Volume 3 Chapter 133 Overlapping Figures With The Younger Brother I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Snow on the mountain hid a black cave wide open—most people would think it was a dangerous animal’s lair and keep far away. But for Linca and Kian, that wasn’t true.
They could tell what was inside by smell. They could tell if something was just living there because it had gone out for a bit.
Their verdict was clear.
No beasts near the cave. Only bats nested inside.
Before starting, they used magic to clean the cave. They brought in simple furniture—chairs, tables, beds. While Linca prepared the place, Kian made fire and hunted, securing food for the night.
”Well, ready to start? Or do you want to eat first?”
”Let’s bathe first. I’m clean enough, but you’re covered in blood. You need to wash up, at least for hygiene. And sorry, but I have to check for any STDs.”
”I don’t have any STDs.”
Linca shook her head.
”Did you sleep with many women to get magic power? With your money, I doubt you could afford a high-end brothel. Maybe cheap ones, or women who work like night prowlers on the battlefield?”
”I’ve avoided anyone who might infect me, so I’m fine.”
”That’s your guess. I’m the one checking. Wash up, then stand here.”
”Got it.”
Without hesitation, Kian stripped off his black monk’s robe.
Linca watched silently from a chair at the back of the cave as he removed his clothes.
(He’s taking off his weapons. If I’m going to strike, now’s the time.)
Kian’s regeneration was superhuman, but not invincible.
If Linca, who could slice precise into organs, struck him while he was unarmed and open, she could finish him in a flash.
But seeing his back exposed and unguarded, her will to attack dropped.
Because what would happen if she defeated him—?
Linca clenched her fist against her custom miniskirt, made like a formal Eastern festival dress—a qipao.
She didn’t want to admit it, but maybe Jibril was tired of her.
Although she had strongly denied Kian’s words earlier, the cold wind outside cleared her mind. Reality hit.
He had thrown her away like trash to Shura.
Linca was the trash.
If she escaped that trash can and returned to her own desk, what would Jibril think?
’Dirty. Annoying trash. Don’t ever show your face again.’
Spat out like that, she’d be discarded again without care.
Even if she took Kian back, nothing would change.
Jibril wasn’t the type to keep pieces that betrayed her.
Linca’s fate was sealed the moment Kian cut the puppet master’s arm.
Still, if the reason was to threaten Linca and keep the Tsai household alive, she had to stay close to Kian. Live nearby. Wait for Jibril’s final command.
It felt so empty.
She wanted to ask Azrael the meaning of her life.
(What was my life so far…? Why did I endure all that harsh training?)
Linca stared at her regenerated white right hand.
To destroy enemies’ bodies, she was an expert in anatomy.
She had studied monster bodies to maintain Jibril’s demonic soldiers.
She mastered the ‘Wall’ style and the ‘Impact’ style, gaining divine skill that let her regenerate even missing parts or nerve damage by touch.
She mastered Eastern magic, Azrael’s arts, Western magic, and foreign languages.
She graduated second in her monastery, completed her missions faithfully, and rose to the rank of tenth-level warrior monk.
A perfect record.
Highest respect.
A promised future as a warrior monk.
But all wasted.
”Sir Kian, there’s some residue on your back.”
”Huh? Ah… I wish I had a longer cloth, but I’m out.”
In the cave’s bath, Kian looked toward her.
Linca sighed softly and stood.
”Let me help.”
”No, thanks. You’re just waiting for me to drop my guard so you can take my mind.”
”If that’s true, I’d move the moment you drop that magic sword—the Misty Magic Sword.”
”You know about the Misty Magic Sword?”
”No one in Azrael doesn’t know the weapon of the great Nizaam. Though it’s my first time seeing it in person.”
Linca took off her white outer robe, left in a black qipao.
She fought with ‘Penetration’ magic, so she didn’t need armor. Her outfit was designed to show as much skin as possible to ease activating ‘Penetration’.
The skirt ended 20 centimeters above the knee.
The top was high-collared but boldly cut off at the shoulders, so even when washing someone else’s body, if she used ‘Penetration’, no water would touch her skin.
”Then please.”
Kian stood up from the bath.
Linca hesitated, wondering whether to use ‘Penetration’ to clean him, then picked up a blood-stained towel nearby.
After removing all the blood with ‘Penetration’, she soaked the cloth in water and scrubbed his back.
(He’s big. His once frail body has grown strong, almost like a lie.)
She looked at the hard muscles on his back.
Arms, waist, hips—all well trained.
She’d noticed this from his sword.
Even after being expelled, he obsessed over Azrael’s Dance Swordsmanship.
(But with his small energy (ki), ‘Shot’ and ‘Impact’ can’t be trained well. The ‘Wall’ style even less. He practiced only the basics, over and over. That’s why his muscles and bones are this strong yet flexible.)
Azrael’s Dance Swordsmanship, mastered, needs huge, precise ki control, with moves like ‘Blast’, ‘Thread’, and ‘Tear’.
With his low ki, he couldn’t master it.
He must’ve tried to make up for it with simpler sword techniques.
(His skill, application, reflexes, and spatial sense are sharp because of that. Is that why he’s strangely strong?)
To Linca, Kian was a pathetic dropout and a gloomy man who followed Sarah.
But because he was the eldest son of the Vahid family—someone she respected—even if expelled, it was only a matter of degree.
But this body.
His sword skill was exceptional.
He handled a powerful magic sword perfectly, with great battle sense.
It might sound rude, but he was like Jibril’s older brother.
(Did Sir Umar see through this obsession with sword and power? He wasn’t expelled for being weak or used by enemies, but because they feared him deep inside…? No, that’s overthinking.)
”Linca.”
”──Y-yes?”
”What’s wrong? Your hand stopped.”
”Sorry, Sir Jibril… ah…”
”Jibril?”
Kian laughed.
”Do you see me as Jibril?”
”No, I… I’m making a big mistake…”
”Have you ever washed Jibril’s back?”
”No. He hated being touched.”
She is too young for his harems, so Linca never tried to touch them properly.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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