Chapter 33: We are no longer brothers😭😭😭

“It seems I’ve been too good to you, Emilia, making you forget your place. Don’t push your luck. I’m telling you, show some feminine virtue.”

The shouts in the night were particularly piercing, while the moonlight remained bright, illuminating the ruins of the Demon King’s castle.

The scene was filled with broken walls, shattered bones, massive craters scorched by magic, and slash marks, all testifying to the intensity of the battle that once took place here.

This place had long become a desolate no-man’s-land.

The barren soil made it unappealing to anyone, not to mention the countless black mists and toxic gases that permeated the area, along with terrifying insectoid creatures that made human survival nearly impossible.

Mutated into demons and insectoids by the black mist, they roamed the surroundings, constantly threatening any humans who ventured here.

Yet, at this moment, the area was unusually quiet, with no creatures baring their fangs at this group of outsider humans.

They merely observed from the shadows, as if wary of something.

In the distance, temporary tents were being set up on the ruins of the Demon King’s castle, gradually lighting up the area with their glow.

In the largest tent at the center, two figures moved back and forth.

One of them was Emilia, who had arranged everything.

She sat quietly on a pristine white bed, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders.

Her curvaceous figure was clad only in a thin, revealing nightgown, exposing her fair skin in a way that was almost too much to bear.

She didn’t even bother with undergarments, causing certain indescribable parts to be faintly visible under the lamplight.

Her delicate hands propped against the bed, she hummed a soft tune, her slender legs wrapped in white stockings gently swaying, tracing elegant arcs that seemed to tempt one into sin.

The unique aura of a young woman filled the air.

The reason they reached the Demon King’s castle so quickly was that she had compressed a three-day journey into one and a half days, achieving the task with surprising success.

It seemed her previous decisions had been more beneficial than harmful.

Indeed, without rules, nothing can be achieved.

The complaints of her companion echoed in her ears.

“Seriously, dressing like that, do you really not see me as a man? Why don’t you just castrate me so I can practice the Sunflower Manual? Wait, is it because I never made a move on you before that you think I won’t touch you? Be careful, my Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon is about to lose control. I might just explode all over you, and you’ll regret it too late.”

He glared at her critically, pointing and gesturing, feeling inexplicably annoyed that she seemed to look down on him.

“That’s not what I meant. I just thought, since we’re like brothers and have known each other for so long, there’s no need to be so formal or overly respectful…”

She responded softly, giving a slight smile, sitting up a bit straighter.

Her head tilted slightly, her cheeks faintly flushed, her round hips leaving marks and warmth on the bedding.

“I’m just being a bit bold. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again. But… if you really plan to make a move on me, just let me know in advance. I’ll try to prepare myself mentally. Just be gentle, and consider it my atonement.”

To stay resolute, Sieg stood tall like a pine, taking a deep breath and muttering to himself.

A Sigma man will never fall into a woman’s trap.

He looked up, no longer gazing at the seductive figure before him.

“Don’t try to get close to me. We’re no longer brothers. Besides, your so-called beauty is nothing but a handful of dust in the end. Dust to dust, earth to earth. Even you, in this world, are no different from a flower—either trampled by passing feet or wilting with time, turning into ugly fertilizer to nourish the soil. Without immortality, even the most beautiful things are but fleeting illusions, their value lasting only a moment.”

“I think I heard that in my past life. Where did you plagiarize it from?”

Feeling a sense of familiarity, she couldn’t help but tease him.

Her beautiful legs crossed, exuding a unique charm.

After more than a year together, their relationship had somewhat returned to how it used to be, though some barriers remained.

“Plagiarize? How can a scholar’s work be called plagiarism? I call it rightfully taking. It seems there’s already a sad, thick wall between us, Emilia.”

Suddenly, Sieg seemed to transcend, exuding an ethereal aura, as if he were close to death.

He knew he couldn’t let her continue being so bold.

He had to extinguish her fantasies at the root.

Stretching out his hand, he opened and closed it, showing it to the girl without explaining his intent.

He said meaningfully, “What do you see, Emilia? Tell me.”

“A hand? Nothing else.”

Confused, she answered vaguely, figuring an honest response was likely safe.

“Wrong. It’s not me—it’s this world.”

He shook his head gently, clenching his fist again.

Tears of pain streamed down his face as his earlier ethereal demeanor vanished, replaced by overwhelming sadness.

His performance was dramatic.

“This is a hand that has never held a woman’s hand, a craftsman’s hand that has toiled for a hundred years. Do you understand?”

“Well, I’m a woman now, right? I should be. If you don’t mind, I could hold your hand…”

Just say you’re a single virgin, she thought.

Why beat around the bush?

But it did suit his style.

She muttered to herself internally.

She extended her delicate hand, gently waving it, ready to take his.

…

“Shut up, Snow Leopard! Ha!”

Hakimi roared in anger, refusing anyone’s pity.

Facing such a foolish woman, he had to spell it out to prevent her from harboring unnecessary fantasies.

Being irresistibly handsome wasn’t her fault.

But there was no possibility between them.

After all, a human-beast relationship wouldn’t be accepted by the world.

“Woman, don’t you get it? Let me be clear: I can’t accept you. You think I’ve stayed a virgin this long because of some orientation issue? Cough, cough. Let me put it this way: I’ve been the Demon King for so many years, lived so long, seen countless peerless beauties—elves, beastmen even. Sure, none were as beautiful as you, but they were at least three-quarters your level.”

“The reason I’ve never broken my vow or gone to a brothel to indulge is that I’m waiting for someone who truly loves me. I’m a pure love warrior! Until I meet a truly suitable, compatible, and pure woman, I won’t mess around. Got it? Answer me, Emilia. Look into my eyes. Stop trying to seduce me—it’s useless. I’m not going to be your rebound.”

If his Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon weren’t practically bursting through his pants, his words might have been more convincing.

“I understand… I’ll try harder.”

Since they couldn’t be brothers, she understood.

But not being brothers didn’t mean they couldn’t have another kind of relationship.

To atone, she would do everything to satisfy him.

His words revealed such a beautiful ideal.

It was as if she had found the path to redemption, a path now open, requiring only that she move forward.

“Did you even listen?”

Sieg was utterly baffled.

To him, Emilia, who had been involved with Gerald, was never an option from the start.

Not eating someone else’s leftovers was Hakimi’s code.

But somehow, he felt like he had dug himself into a huge pit.