I Became the Older Brother of a Villainess - Chapter 6.1
The carriage continued its journey. The housekeeper’s eyebrows were so thick that it was difficult to tell whether his eyes were closed or open. Although the rhythmic noise of the carriage had settled into the night air like a lullaby, I wasn’t the least bit sleepy.
I opened the status window and carefully examined the skills I possessed. Opening the window and reading the text had already become second nature.
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Skill List:
Black Eyes: Allows you to see wandering spirits.
Fireworks: Gathers magical power at your fingertips to create small explosions.
Capture: Captures wandering spirits and turns them into familiar spirits.
Death’s Door: Summons the door of death.
Summon Spirit: Through the summoned door of death, you can call forth spirits.
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Skills available after summoning spirits:
Gathering: Gathers spirits in one place.
Dispatch: Delegates the target designation to the judgment of the spirits.
Devouring Target: The spirits devour the designated target.
Breath of Darkness: The consumed spirits exhale oxidized souls.
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Skills could be activated with just a gesture, without the need for a trigger word. The sensation of gathering magical power in the hands still felt awkward, but it wasn’t impossible. Having practiced using skills at the funeral parlor, with good practice, it seemed possible to use them skillfully.
During the summer vacation of sophomore year, I had worked as a magical assistant for a month, so I was confident in minor sleight of hand skills.
“To be able to use magic… and to be wealthy. No, closer to being a conglomerate.”
Everything still felt surreal. In a new world, gaining strange abilities.
But the survival instinct that I had dedicated my whole life to was speaking.
Pull yourself together.
This was an opportunity. A chance to live a new life. A golden opportunity to make my only sibling happy.
The romantic game truly begins almost 10 years later. When Daria is fifteen, the main characters, both male and female, meet, and events start unfolding one by one. The intricate romantic battles will take place much later.
In other words, the male protagonists are all currently quite young. At best, the Crown Prince, who is around my age, is in his early twenties.
“I need to intervene before these guys become formidable.”
It’s unbelievable that such an extraordinary game scenario unfolds with these small, chick-like kids. My ethics were burning fiercely.
Anemone, the woman who took the love and wealth that my sibling should have received, must be dealt with decisively. Even if she’s a child now, forgiveness is not an option.
Step by step, send these guys to the afterlife and take control of this world for my sibling.
Even if I have to dirty my hands in ways I never imagined, I’ll protect my sibling.
…But in reality, my sibling’s hands were getting dirty.
“Daria, Daria. Daria.”
Dalia was busy drawing on the frosted window. The small fingers left traces as they moved across the cold window. Although a trivial action, it was not something a dignified noblewoman should be doing.
“Daria, please stop.”
“….”
Daria, who glanced at me, slowly lowered her hands. Then, she gently placed her own hands on the windowsill. In the time I hadn’t seen her, her small hands had already become slightly calloused.
“Please don’t.”
I grabbed Daria’s wrists as if putting handcuffs on them with one hand. With her wrists sealed, Daria looked alternately at the window and me with a shocked expression.
There was an indescribable figure drawn on the window. Just like when I saw the status window, was she trying to draw something meaningful this time?
“What were you drawing?”
Daria responded with a very serious expression, “Dream lizard.”
“….”
“Shining, sparkling like a rainbow….”
I can’t quite understand how a child like her could become a villainess.
After a while, we arrived at the ‘house.’ Expecting a magnificent mansion, I was left in awe at the sight beyond my imagination.
It was a fortress named Mansion.
“Lord Glutoni has returned!”
The servants, neatly dressed in outfits reminiscent of something from a cartoon, waited for us outside with magical lanterns even in the pitch-black night.
Had Cierra and Daria lived receiving such treatment every day? What was life like being treated like this? Envy and curiosity entwined within me.
Pretending to be calm, I followed the butler, checking the status windows of the people. And I somewhat understood the troubles Cierra might have had.
“The favorability levels are all at rock bottom.”
Everyone greeted our siblings with polite gestures, but it was clear they were just bowing their heads to authority. The hearts above their heads were either nonexistent, which was fortunate, or mostly black. While it might be challenging to form emotional bonds in a working relationship, this seemed a bit excessive.
After all, a home should be a place of comfort. No matter how well-dressed and well-fed you are, being surrounded by people who dislike you can only be burdensome.
“Is it that the butler is the only one among the staff who has a liking for us?”
As I changed into different clothes and had my meal, all the maids followed suit. I scrutinized every status window. Fortunately, there were a few maids who showed a one-heart level of favor towards me.
But this was not enough.
“My head hurts.”
The personality displayed in the status window was ‘Arrogant.’ While it might be useful for increasing favorability, it imposed a debuff on defense. Moreover, summoners were not exactly known for being part of the wizard class. Even with my limited gaming experience, I knew that wizards typically had lower health than warriors.
“I should have learned swordsmanship or self-defense in my previous life. Well, technically, I am still in my previous life.”
At the moment, I had a faithful butler to protect me, but who knows what might happen in the future. Moreover, I planned to create a lot of enemies, especially by eliminating both the heroine and the hero. I couldn’t rely solely on the silver-haired butler inspiration.
I learned this when I worked as a white-collar worker. When the head changes, there’s usually a major personnel reshuffle.
Here, I am the head.
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