"Let this go!"
I kicked him in the shin. However, he was not an older brother who would be subjected to the same trick twice. Gareth, who quickly dodged my strike, twisted my arm and giggled lightly in my face.
"I didn't expect it... The Imperial family's troubles must have been distracted by the Eastern Nobleman!"
I looked up at him in horror.
The blood in my body seemed to freeze. I hurriedly corrected my disheveled expression.
"Don't talk nonsense, who..."
"That's right. It's nothing short of. You don't even know the subject of an illegitimate child, and you dare to cover the successor of Grand Duke Sheerkhan!"
Perhaps he was happy that he had caught his sister's weakness, which he had seen as a thorn in his side, Gareth was now laughing all over his body...
He grabbed my chin with one hand and spat out the fishy breath of the smell of alcohol in front of my face.
"After all, blood can't be deceived. Where is the temperament of a vulgar prostitute who has eyes for other men?"
I glared at him with a smug look. Gareth, who had been looking down at me with a smirk on his venomous face, pushed me away. Then he added slowly.
"Wake up from your unfeelings, Barcas is someone you dare to..."
"There's one thing I've forgotten, brother. To me, not only the blood of a vulgar prostitute, but also the blood of a man who flirted with a young woman with a full-term wife."
Suddenly, the smile on the Crown Prince's face disappeared.
Looking straight up at the eeriely distorted face, I spoke slowly.
"Speaking of which, the blood of that unscrupulous man was flowing in my brother's body, right?"
I could see the tightness of his large, muscular body.
I knew I had to stop here, but I couldn't just leave him with my weaknesses. I smiled wryly on my face, just like he had done.
"Since my brother has uncovered my secret, shall I find out one of your secrets?"
There was a faint sense of uneasiness in Gareth's eyes. I, who had been looking at it with a sneer, whispered in his ear.
"Secret rumors are circulating among the maids. His Highness the Supreme Prince is looking for a woman with dark wheat-colored hair and eyes as blue as the sea every night."
Blood dripped from Gareth's bronzed face.
I smiled maliciously at his stunned face.
"I think I know who the woman you met in your dreams was the day my brother became a man for the first time and soiled his bed... Shall we give it a shot?"
His whole body convulsed, as if he had been electrocuted. If I didn't stop at this point, I thought I might be murdered this time. But as always, I listened to the voice of the devil who urged me.
"Don't be so nervous. I'm a good little sister, so I'll keep your secret to the end. Apparently, His Highness the Crown Prince inherited His Majesty's blood very, very strongly."
Before I could finish speaking, I turned my head to the side with a heavy shock.
I fell to the ground, clutching my burning face as if on fire.
My eyes shook as if I had a concussion. As I tried to pull myself up, clutching my messy head, Gareth climbed up on top of me and strangled me with both hands. I felt like my eyeballs were about to pop out.
I resisted desperately. I scraped his forearms with sharp fingernails and kicked his boulder-like body, but my weakened body was so weak that it was so weak.
I was squeaking like a fish on land, and my limbs soon went limp. At that moment, the grip that had been squeezing my neck as if it was going to break my bones was completely relaxed.
I twisted my body spasmodically and took a deep breath. My vision was clouded with tears, and I could see Barcas holding Gareth's arm.
Barcas, who looked down at me with a face like a mask, shifted his gaze to Gareth.
He was still staring at his half-sister as if he were going to kill her. He was frustrated and angry, and he looked like he was going crazy. The victim was so ridiculous that he burst out laughing through a nagging cough.
Gareth's face turned red, and he raised his fists.
"You damn...!"
But his hand never touched me.
Barcas grasped his muscular forearm lightly like a child's wrist, twisting, glaring at me with a piercing gaze. He seemed to be tired of me not being able to scratch my brother even after I died.
"Take the Princess to her residence."
He gave instructions to the guard, who ran over with a blue face.
The knight immediately helped me.
I shook my hand away and staggered to my feet. Then, as if nothing had happened, I brushed the dust off my skirt with a nonchalant face. Gareth, who was staring at me with burning eyes, shouted at Barcas.
"Let this go now!"
"I can't quit!"
Ayla, who was watching the scene from a distance, raised her voice. It was the first time she had witnessed her brother's violent behavior up close, and Ayla's face turned white.
She hurried over to his side and let out a hard voice.
"What the hell are you doing? You are the Prince of this empire! What could you do like this...!
"Don't interrupt!"
Gareth growled like an animal. Ayla snapped a step back. To me, she seemed quite shocked that her brother, who had always behaved like a gentle puppy, bared his teeth. I said to my half-sister mockingly.
"That's right. Don't interfere with our work."
Ayla glared at me, her emerald eyes shining sharply. Then, when she saw my miserable face, she flinched. I stroked my swollen cheek with one hand and smiled whimsically.
"It was just a mild quarrel between the siblings. Isn't that right, brother?"
As I tilted my head as if asking for consent, I heard the sound of teeth grinding with clenched teeth.
I stepped in front of Gareth, who was whimpering. The knight stood in the way, but ignored me and looked straight up at my half-brother's dark green eyes.
"Actually, we're close enough to share a secret."
His face was about to explode. He looked like he wanted to chew me up alive right away.
But he didn't want to risk his obscene secret being revealed. In front of his sister, he said in a tight voice, softening his body.
"...Keep your hands off my body."
Barcas, who had been staring into Gareth's face, let go of his hand. There was a clear handprint on his brown-tanned skin, as if he was exerting a lot of force. Gareth, who had been clutching it and squeezing it, glared at Barcas and me alternately with a look full of hostility, then turned around and headed for the camp.
I giggled while looking at him like a defeated soldier, but I felt a cold look in his eyes. I wiped the smile from my face and raised my head. As always, an insensitive face stared down at me, unable to read his emotions.
But I could clearly read the feelings of disillusionment and anger in his icy eyes.
He gripped my arm with his gauntlet hand and nodded at the knight.
"Take Her Royal Highness the First Princess to her residence."
He shook his head at the hardened Ayla and led me through the trees as if I were a criminal.
My face contorted violently.
No matter what anyone said, I was the Princess of the empire. As a vassal of the imperial family, he did not dare to drag the Emperor's daughter around like a mutt.
I roughly grabbed his arm and pulled it away.
"You rude bastard! I can't let go of this right...!"
At that moment, my body floated up in the air. I screamed. Holding my on one shoulder like a bale, Barcas walked between the tents, ignoring the astonishing gazes.
My face was red, and I writhed like a poisonous beast. But even though I slammed my fists on his back and shoulders and kicked him fiercely, Barcas did not move.
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