I Want To Die One Day Before You - Chapter 106
“I told you to leave back then. But you forcibly stripped off my pants. I told you not to, but you wouldn’t listen, right?”
“No, that’s not true!”
“And after messing around, you suddenly said you hated looking at my face and poured boiling water on me. Damn, it twists my gut just thinking about it. Don’t you remember?”
“That never happened! I don’t remember!”
His half-sister desperately shook her head and stepped back. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Iruel showed her a scornful sneer.
“Really? That’s strange. I remember everything. I think of it every time I see this burn scar here.”
Iruel extended his arm towards her.
True to his words, there indeed was a red burn scar on Iruel’s arm.
Viscountess Eustice was engulfed in shock.
“That can’t be. My precious daughter…! She’s already engaged; how could she do such a thing!”
“That’s exactly my point. Why would she do such a thing when she has a fiancé?”
Iruel spoke mockingly.
“Maybe she was distressed after witnessing her fiancé cheating on her. Perhaps she needed a substitute to comfort herself. You should ask her for the details.”
Iruel glanced at his half-sister fleetingly. The sight made her cover her face with both hands and flee to her room.
“Sister!”
Her younger brother ran after her, but it was futile. Iruel’s half-sister, exposed of her shame, vanished up the staircase like a shot.
“What did you do to my sister, you beast!”
Instead of chasing after her, the youngest brother yelled and grabbed Iruel by the collar.
“Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I said I slept with your sister.”
“I’ll kill you, you damn bastard!”
His eyes flipped in rage, the younger brother grabbed a decorative sword from the wall.
He swung the sword at Iruel, aiming for his throat, but the blunt decorative piece was nothing but cumbersome.
How absurdly futile that strike seemed.
Iruel easily dodged the clumsy attack.
“Reminds me, didn’t you fail your swordsmanship class at the academy? Oh dear, what a disgrace to the family.”
Iruel tut-tutted.
“With those skills, could you even kill a fly? Well, spending all day lounging among fat nobles, what could you do anyway.”
“Shut up, you damn bastard!”
The younger brother swung his sword at Iruel again. Dodging the attack with a slight lean, Iruel tripped him.
Bang!
Losing his balance, the younger brother face-planted into the ground.
“Damn you…”
Iruel yawned as he looked down at his younger brother sprawled on the floor.
“Oh dear, what a pity.”
“Shut up, I said!”
“Look at your pathetic vocabulary. Can’t you curse with anything other than ‘bastard’? Try mixing in some other swear words. Your cursing is so mild I could use it as a lullaby for kids.”
“Iruel, die!”
Fuming with anger, the younger brother lifted a candelabra from the table.
“Oh, scary.”
Snickering, Iruel twisted his body and drew the iron sword he had sheathed at his waist.
With a swish, the sword sliced through the air, and the candelabra in the younger brother’s hand split in half.
“Shall I split your head in half like this candelabra?”
Twirling his sword, Iruel mocked him.
“…Iruel, you’re not human! You beast!”
The younger brother yelled, clenching his fists.
“Your half-sister! How could you possibly sleep with your own sister!”
Iruel looked disgusted.
“What nonsense are you spouting? Even if I’m a piece of trash, I don’t commit incest. That’s disgusting.”
“Then why are you saying you slept with my sister! Damn it, we share the same father!”
“What do you mean ‘the same father’?”
Sheathing his sword, Iruel glanced behind him.
“Greet him. The butler standing there is your sister’s real father.”
Iruel’s finger pointed at the butler of the Eustice family.
It took a while for the younger brother to understand what Iruel was implying. But as he grasped the meaning of the words, his body began to tremble uncontrollably with a sense of overwhelming dread.
“It can’t be.”
“It can.”
Iruel whispered curtly.
The butler, who was accused of being the viscountess’s lover, frantically turned to Viscount Eustice.
“My lord, I…”
“If you calculate the timing of your sister’s birth, isn’t the answer obvious?”
Iruel patted the younger brother on the shoulder.
“Think about it. When your mother was pregnant with your sister, Viscount Eustice was away in the Bonastrika Empire for a month.”
“No, my sister… my sister was premature! She is indeed the daughter of my father!”
“Oh, why are you making such a fuss over something so simple?”
Iruel rolled his eyes in frustration.
“Your mother slept with that butler, see? And that’s how your sister was born. Your sister is the product of an affair, got it?”
Iruel poured out his venomous words sharply.
The younger brother’s jaw dropped open, but no sound came out. He fell helplessly, like a crumbling fortress.
“Iruel!”
The viscountess, pale as a ghost, charged at Iruel.
Slap!
The viscountess struck Iruel’s cheek.
“Don’t flap your mouth so carelessly! You filthy bastard, how dare you!”
The viscountess slapped Iruel’s cheek repeatedly, looking half-mad.
“Lies! Don’t lie! My daughter is a legitimate heir of the Eustice family line!”
