The way to Protect the Female Lead’s Older Brother - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2.2: I Hate My Second Life

Roxana’s Past (Continued)

“Asil!” My mother’s scream rang in my ears.

Asil, who had smiled at me brightly only a few days ago, continued to smile at us even in death. His cold body was completely still as rigor mortis set in. I couldn’t move. I stared at his glazed eyes and curled lip.  The expression was frozen on his face until his body was removed from our sight.

The woman, who introduced herself as a family executive, explained that Asil had been unworthy of his noble rank. His death had been in our best interest; a child slaughtered for being disappointing and useless.

I shivered as if someone had poured ice cold water all over my body.

My memory relapsed to three years ago, when my father had also given me the same lifeless gaze that Asil was giving me now. My mother was trembling again, as she had in the past. I knew early on that this family was perverse and disturbing, but to this extent…

My poor mother passed out while holding Asil’s body. For the next ten days, she would be sick in bed.

I was also in shock. While I visited my mother, I found out why she had been so firm on my education. Half of her worst fears had come to pass. Asil had been disposed of, and I would be next if I continued to be incompetent. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I took in her words.

My father, Lant Agriche, only allowed capable people to live in his domain. I worked harder on my education like never before. With a clear mind, I re-evaluated my situation.

“Sana, have you been studying well lately?” My mother later asked.

“Yes, mother. I’m doing well,” I replied.

‘Good, you must learn our family values thoroughly to become a great Agriche,” she said.

“Yes, mother.”

I did not question her about my curriculum anymore.

Since I had turned eight years old, my main subject had been seducing men, but I was also expected to keep up with my old subjects as well. My knowledge expanded on various weapon systems, botany for poisons and antidotes, psychology, and debating skills.

Over time, I became aware that this warped and diabolical family had a tradition. Once a month, my father would host a family dinner with his ‘top three children’ that had produced great achievements. Of course, Asil had never been invited to a dinner.

Since his death, two more children had been discarded. One of them, who suspected she was next, had tried to escape our estate. In the end, she was killed in the most excruciating way; tortured and maimed before being set on fire.

Often I questioned the sanity of this world. I reached the conclusion that only my father, Lant Agriche, could tell me how to survive in an environment controlled by him.

When I was twelve years old, one summer after Asil’s death, I was invited to one of my father’s dinners for the first time. I had had my suspicions before, but our conversation then finally convinced me that I had reincarnated in a novel I had read in my past life; a novel where my character died young.

End of Roxana’s Past

Translator’s Note: Next chapter has Cassis…. – LN

Beta Note: I hope that you are enjoying reading, as much as I am! – InquisitiveKat