Chapter 261 I finally waited for her

But Herlo's reaction was also quick.

He immediately retorted, annoyed, "You've been with her since yesterday, so it should have been my turn tonight."

The "she" he and Hermer were referring to was naturally the girl who lay on the top floor of the main castle, who had been sleeping all along.

Even if Hermer was testing him, Herlo took it as him referring to "her".

Hermer did not answer, but simply looked at him calmly, his deep eyes revealing no emotion.

Herlo, on the other hand, looked completely self-assured; he wasn't as easily intimidated by the butler's imposing manner.

Since they both came from the same soul and possessed the same power, Hermes couldn't do anything about it.

Moreover, Herloh performed flawlessly.

He even rolled his eyes at Hermer: "You're busy setting up this and that every day, how can you have time to take care of her? You might as well let me stay with her all the time."

“After all, she said she liked me before.” Herlo’s expression was smug as he said this, and his eyes, which were exactly like Hermo’s, were filled with deep love.

Hermer's face darkened at his words: "Don't forget, she originally belonged to me."

“But she said she likes me.” That was all Herlo said.

Two similar pairs of eyes met at that moment, both filled with murderous intent towards each other.

Jiang Liyue was wrong; the two of them were now far from being at a point where it was a matter of life and death.

They even wished they could kill each other.

Their nature is selfish, especially towards their lovers; they only want to possess them.

Obsessive love and the desire to possess their lover exclusively fueled their endless murderous intent towards another being similar to themselves.

A hundred years ago, in a corner she couldn't see, they had already been fighting fiercely in private.

They have maintained this precarious balance only because they cannot kill each other, nor can they perish together.

Given any opportunity, they would kill each other.

As for brotherhood? Ha, what feelings do monsters cursed by demons have other than those for their lovers?

Before she came along, I simply didn't care.

After she appeared, all that remained was a possessive desire for her.

Two pairs of eyes, each brimming with murderous intent, locked gazes for a moment before Hermer looked away, his expression remaining unchanged.

But Herlo knew the madness and obsession in his heart, and snorted: "Is there anything else? If not, I'm going to see her. She'll feel lonely by herself."

“Go.” Hermer’s voice was cold and deep.

Herlo didn't want to stay with him any longer and quickly left the office.

Hermer sat in his office chair, watching his departing figure, a thoughtful expression on his face.

No... Even though Herlo acted perfectly normally, Hermer still noticed something was off about him.

The gloom and madness that had once etched itself between his brows seemed to have vanished.

The butler's concealment and Herlo's strange behavior made Hermer suddenly realize something.

He remembered the girl in his memory saying before she left, "A hundred years, wait for me for a hundred years, I will come back to find you after a hundred years..."

And now, exactly one hundred years have passed.

Herlo believed her, so most of the time he was unwilling to go to the rooftop to see her. He was convinced that she had left and that as long as he didn't go, she would definitely come back.

Hermer believed it was a lie and that he would find a way to wake her up.

Who else could have caused Herlo, his foolish brother, to change like this?

The answer is obvious.

Hermer gripped the quill pen tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

A dark undercurrent surged in his eyes as he whispered, "Xi Lan."

The butler quickly entered the office, head bowed: "Your Grace, Duke."

Hermer looked at him quietly, as if he had seen through everything: "She's back, isn't she?"

His voice was restrained and calm, but the somber tone within it was chilling.

The butler's eyes widened: "Your Grace, Duke..."

"Tell me the truth." Hermer's face, which was exactly the same as Herlo's but appeared even colder and more terrifying due to his demeanor, finally revealed a hint of murderous intent.

It was as if he could cause the person in front of him unbearable pain if they said the wrong thing.

Herlo felt relieved after leaving the office.

He inwardly marveled at his own quick thinking and then proceeded to berate his older brother several more times, which made him feel much better.

Herlo knew he was suspicious, and since he had already promised to go to the top floor of the main castle to see her, he couldn't go to see Yueyue, which really annoyed him.

But if he goes to find her, Hermer will definitely discover Yueyue's existence, and then he can no longer secretly take her away.

So after weighing the pros and cons, Herlo decided to go to the top floor of the main castle first.

Upon entering the room, Herlo saw the girl lying in the center of the large bed.

A century has passed, and she still maintains the same appearance and posture, quiet, never opening her eyes.

Compared to Hermer, Herlo rarely came to see her, because he was always the more obedient one.

Yueyue told him to wait, so he obediently waited. When he got bored, he started drawing, drawing the scenery she liked, and mostly drawing her appearance from memory.

In Herlo's view, the person lying in bed was nothing but an empty shell; without her soul, she was no longer herself.

Hermer, that fool, believed that wherever she left behind, her presence lingered.

Hermes didn't believe he could wait for her, so for the past hundred years, he tried every possible method to summon her soul back.

All of them ended in failure.

But Hermer, with that cold face, seemed to know nothing of disappointment, only repeating it over and over again.

Herlo is stubbornly waiting, and Hermer is stubbornly trying. They both come from the same soul, so they both have the same obsessive and crazy characteristics.

However, as it turns out, he was right.

Thinking of Jiang Liyue, whom he had actually touched, Herlo's smugness was almost overflowing from his face.

It's all because Hermer was too foolish to trust Yueyue. Now Yueyue belongs to him alone.

As for Hermer… Herlo looked at the quiet girl on the bed; he didn’t even want to leave her body, which she had been in, to him now.

When we leave, we'll figure out a way to steal it all together.

Herlo was secretly making plans in his mind.

Little did he know that the foolish Hermes in his mind had already arrived at the library and was looking at the girl who was curled up in a single sofa, reading comfortably, with an almost greedy gaze.

The girl looked relaxed, occasionally taking a bite of the dessert on the table, her beautiful, bright eyes curving into lovely arcs at these moments.

Although she didn't look familiar, Hermer knew that this was her.

That's the real her.