Please Kill Me - Chapter 124
Just as Dmitry was about to frown at the memory of yesterday’s events,
“Excuse me, Young Master. There is something that requires your attention.”
“What is it?”
“Well, uh…”
The hesitant voice outside was enough to wrinkle Dmitry’s brow instantly. In Offenbach, there was no room for fools who hesitate in reporting. He was about to order Ivan to retrieve the wrist of that fool when,
“You must be new here. I said, get out of the way.”
A voice, cool yet somehow reminiscent of a gentle spring breeze to Dmitry, spoke from outside the tent.
In reality, the voice was more like the cold, gritty wind of a barren wasteland, but to Dmitry, it was as warm as spring.
Only one person’s voice could make him feel that way.
“Pardon my intrusion.”
The tent’s flap lifted, and a robed figure stepped inside. Once they were alone, delicate hands pulled back the hood. Light blue, almost silver hair and pitch-black eyes were revealed.
“…Sister.”
“It’s been a while, Dmitry.”
As Yekaterina spoke and lowered her gaze, she then looked back up, meeting his eyes in the air. Despite not sharing a drop of blood, their resemblance made it impossible to deny they were siblings.
The warmth vanished from Dmitry’s face as it briefly flickered.
“I didn’t expect you to show your face here so brazenly.”
He became the coldest and most arrogant person when facing his beloved sister. That was the Offenbach he learned from Yekaterina.
Her Offenbach showed no mercy to traitors. There was no place for a brother to act affectionately or childishly towards his sister. Especially not someone who would recklessly turn back time just to see his sister.
Suppressing his emotions and donning the mask of a ruler, Dmitry spoke.
“Did you come back here to die?”
“I’ve searched for a place to die for a long time. Still haven’t found one. You know you can’t kill me, don’t you?”
“I might not be able to beat you, but there are ways. Especially here in Offenbach.”
“You’re right. But this conversation is pointless. You can’t hold me here, and you don’t intend to kill me, do you?”
At Yekaterina’s words, Dmitry’s mouth set into a thin line.
The moment Yekaterina met Dmitry’s gaze, she had a premonition that one truth about her visit was undeniable: Dmitry had no intention of killing her.
But Dmitry had a plausible excuse.
“Of course. Especially with Father’s death. Controlling Offenbach alone in this situation is difficult. I want to return with Sister, if possible.”
“I saw you shoot Father with an arrow.”
“…”
“If you’re concerned with maintaining control, then why did you shoot Father?”
“…Most of Offenbach won’t live out their full lives. Father just met the same end.”
“I thought you respected and followed Father.”
“Respected?”
The moment he heard that, Dmitry sneered sharply. His voice, as indifferent as Yekaterina’s, carried a tinge of emotion.
“It’s laughable to think I’d want to respect and follow that piece of trash. He tormented us our entire lives. Aren’t you glad he’s dead?”
“I… don’t know.”
If she had a bit more emotion left, would she feel joy? Would she have been angry and cried?
At present, she felt nothing.
“It’s just… empty.”
So empty it almost felt like despair. She was on the verge of tears but couldn’t cry, so she swept the empty space once more.
She had thought of Sergei as someone who saved her, but in truth, her adoptive father had been filled with thoughts of killing her from beginning to end. Her emotions were tangled in a way that couldn’t be easily defined.
“At first, I wondered why you shot Father. Then I realized I couldn’t blame you.”
Yekaterina’s even-toned voice was low. Dmitry’s dark eyes fixed on her.
“Is it because you understand me that you don’t blame me?”
“Yes. You and I have gone through the same experiences. My questions were just to clarify any misunderstandings I might have had about you.”
“If that’s the case, then admit it. You’ve misunderstood me. A lot.”
“Then tell me. What do I not understand? I don’t know what you’re thinking, including why you tried to kill Leonid Rostislav.”
“Why did I try to kill Leonid Rostislav? Because he had the audacity to take you.”
At those words, Yekaterina’s heart sank.
“He was hiding a fugitive from Offenbach, so he should face the consequences in Offenbach’s way.”
“I… approached him unilaterally. He had nothing to do with it.”
“Sister, did something go wrong while you were away from Offenbach? Why are you speaking so naively? Has Offenbach ever spared anyone based on circumstances? From the moment you entrusted yourself to him, you should have considered this outcome.”
