-1-
【younger brother. 】
It's the call again. Again and again.
【younger brother. 】
Such a familiar voice. So, so kind.
[My dear...my only...]
——The man in white robe suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed the wooden handrail beside him, breathing heavily and gasping.
-2-
Just now, when he exhaled deeply, he hunched his waist, lowered his face, and his whole body trembled in his long white robe - from a distance, he looked like a white shrimp stranded on the beach, about to vomit.
...If he were no longer alive, maybe he would really vomit it out.
My heart was beating rapidly, I was gasping for breath, and sweat was dripping down my face.
It's like this every time.
Every time, after he devoured the undead, absorbed the energy of those worlds... and used the abundant energy to recall the scenes of his life, this reaction would occur.
-3-
The man in white robe slowly stretched out his other hand and clenched the fabric around his abdomen.
…dizziness, nausea, unbearable burning pain…rolling in my stomach…ah…
That was the wailing of the orcs he had just devoured.
After all, he was the one who had slaughtered them. After devouring them, he would also devour the energy of this entire crumbling world.
And it's not just orcs.
Orcs, undead, and a few blind living people I met in a neighboring world on my way here...
The man in white robes is never picky about food, and he doesn't need to abide by the employee manual of the neutral and lawful camp.
As long as it can bring him energy and memories——
-4-
He will swallow everything.
...As long as I can find the brother in my memory.
-5-
The nausea was still strong and the dizziness had not gone away.
The man in white robe looked at the tip of his shoes on the ground. Everything in his field of vision became a blurry mass of color, including his own shoes.
…white leather shoes, blurred, leaving a cloud of confusion… hehe…
He spent several minutes staring at the white mass before he remembered where he was, what task he had just completed, and what he was about to do.
-6-
This is a low-level orc world where animals only know how to play house around a ridiculous concert, but the energy reserves of this world are still quite good - this shows that the residents of this world are full of vitality and their abundant numbers barely make up for the energy.
Of course, lower life forms are still a race that he can crush with one hand.
This world has been included in the list of the Eternal Life Society to be completely devoured. He was sent here by the president to take away the unique symphony of death in the concert of this world and devour all existences that can be transformed into energy.
Because the man in white robes was very sensitive to music and was considered good at playing musical instruments, the task of "taking the symphony away" was given to him.
...Moreover, the Immortal Society is always short of energy, since the ultimate goal of this organization is to kill the Banshee.
God knows how many worlds the president plans to slaughter before he can gather enough power to kill the Banshee.
-7-
However, the man in white robes had no idea what the president was trying to do, or how he was going to do it. He was indifferent, and stayed in this organization just to regain his past memories, to regain his only...
elder brother.
【younger brother. 】
——No matter how many times he flashed back, that call was still too familiar and almost made him cry.
-8-
But that guy... that guy now... the guy who refused to acknowledge that he was his brother and devoted himself to being a dog behind a crazy psychopath...
The man in white hated the guy now.
If he could recall the affectionate words of his "brother" in his memory, he would happily push that guy off the cliff again and again.
If one fall doesn't bring back his memory, then let him fall a second and third time, turn into a puddle of mud, and then stagger to his feet.
Experience the pain after I devoured other lives, experience the burning pain when those things rolled in my stomach... He couldn't escape any feelings. They were connected by blood and were reflections of each other. He was born to share everything with him.
Then, in extreme pain, he would always think of him.
-9-
Not some ridiculous letter, nor some stupidly loyal subordinate.
He was his brother. Just his brother. His only—dearest—
【younger brother. 】
…Every call of memory proves this point without a doubt.
-10-
No matter how many times that guy denies, "I don't have a brother."
The man in white robes didn't believe him.
He didn't believe it—didn't believe it—their past—that was clearly the voice of "brother"—was very familiar to him, the most familiar voice—
Thinking of this, the man in white robe tightened his grip on the platform handrail, his knuckles almost revealing the bluish-white bones.
...Oh, right.
Hand bones.
-11-
He looked at his clenched hands in a trance.
…Although they look exactly the same, and although they are both now dead souls…
The man in white robe suddenly thought that the guy was very white.
That guy's skin color, hand bones, and neck were much whiter than his.
-12-
It's [pale].
That day, when he pushed the guy off the building, he stood on the roof and watched him fall.
In the darkness, the falling undead didn't even instinctively reach up. He simply smiled at the man in white robes, his hands hanging behind his back.
It was as if he was not pushed down, but fell voluntarily.
Even if I fall into the mud, it is like returning home.
The man in white robes looked at him, the darkness and his pale and fragile throat shining together, the guy's whereabouts were like some monster being sucked back to the place where it crawled out.
He couldn't help but wonder what his brother looked like when he was really dead.
——Because, when my brother fell, he really looked like he enjoyed death.
-13-
But at that time the man in white robe still didn't realize his abnormal paleness, until this moment he was almost vomiting and saw his clenched hands in a confused state.
...Obviously, they should be exactly the same. Same blonde hair, same facial features, same...except for the eyes...
How can the older brother be whiter than the younger brother? How strange...
-14-
"… Let's finish this mission quickly."
Speed up and destroy this crappy place, take away the Symphony of Death that the president needs, and then find a place to relax.
He had just killed all the beasts sitting in the upper boxes of the concert hall... He didn't need to kill and devour the following fools, he could just destroy them all in one go - anyway, even if they were put together, they wouldn't have as much energy as the orcs in the upper boxes.
No time to pay attention to the small fish and shrimp.
The man in white robe staggered and took some effort to stand up straight.
He had just broken out of the upper box and was now in the concert stands on the third floor.
The concert hadn't officially begun yet, and the instruments in the center of the venue lay quietly in their original positions. The man in white had deliberately timed his arrival to execute the mission, timing it so the concert would be about to begin, as he wasn't sure if he could do anything when the Symphony of Death began.
Although he couldn't say he knew the president very well, the man in white robe knew that none of the things the president specifically asked to "bring back" were good people.
That thing must be dangerous.
If the "Symphony of Death" causes the death of all who listen...
-15-
The White Robe Man would not touch it while it was being played.
Even after death, the undead do not like death.
——Except that guy, he is willing to be a stupid dog. How can a madman's dog know what death is? Haha.
-16-
The dizziness seemed to have subsided a lot. The man in white robe breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his robe that had been tangled just now, and raised his face.
——But when he lifted it up, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Under the third-floor platform, in the beverage area built on the second-floor platform, there was a small figure with his head tilted back, talking to the bartender.
She seemed to be a very petite girl, with very fair skin and a childish look. Her blonde hair was slightly curled behind her head. The high-necked white dress, which was a bit conservative and boring, made her look like a flower swept by the morning breeze.
The bartender was a male tiger, rugged in both appearance and temperament, but in front of her he lowered his head and drooped his tail, as if he was afraid of scaring her even by speaking.
After a moment, he turned around and took something from the counter, then turned back, his ears twitching a little excitedly.
This scene seems to be able to be described as "tough guy with tenderness", but somehow it is a bit inconsistent. I can't associate it with the temptation between the opposite sex, let alone the "tenderness" -
It just makes people feel that this guy is very good at smoothing the fur of cats.
-17-
For example, touch the cat, pat the cat, and praise the cat.
...It's just that subtle feeling.
-18-
However, this little subtlety is not important for the time being.
The man in white robe only noticed that the girl reached out and took a small raspberry-colored paper umbrella from the bartender.
The small paper umbrella was probably meant to be stuck on the cocktail, it was small and cute, and she held it carefully in her fingers, as if she was about to deliver a crucial ring.
This posture makes her back look even smaller.
She was undoubtedly a charming female orc. The cute little girl with furry ears would be sought after by male creatures in any world.
——But the man in white robe didn’t think about this.
-19-
He just suddenly realized that the back of the small figure with blonde hair and a skirt...
Yes, I have seen it.
At a certain moment, at a certain instant, he deeply, deeply imprinted this back view in his mind.
Therefore, even after death, there are memories.
The body's instinctive memory.
The heart that stopped beating seemed to contract, and the vision that had been clearer became blurry again.
The man in white robe held the handrail tightly. The next second, he staggered back a few steps and stumbled down the stairs.
That back figure—could that back figure be—his—
-20-
【younger brother. 】
【younger brother. 】
【Honey……】
A very familiar and friendly voice echoed in my ears.
The dizziness hit my head again.
That voice—that repeated affectionate call—is—
-twenty one-
"It's my brother! My brother! My favorite brother!"
A certain moment, a certain instant, a world that can no longer be reversed.
The blond-haired, blue-eyed little boy said very loudly and firmly, nodding his head vigorously as he spoke: "I will definitely, definitely, definitely remember this!"
Then he stretched out his small, tender white hand, which was full of healthy blood, and grasped the cold iron pipe.
Holding the huge cage, I saw the tall bars.
Behind the high cage bars, on the bloodstained bed, a small figure in a white dress moved.
The boy continued to shout loudly and firmly -
"Brother, brother, brother! It's brother! No matter what kind of dress they force you to wear or what strange things they make you dress up as—"
"You are not my 'sister'! You are my brother! I will definitely remember this - my brother!"
On the hospital bed, the blond child in a white dress turned his head.
He looked at him quietly, his somewhat scary red eyes always as gentle as maple leaves in the autumn sun when he looked at him.
-twenty two-
"You won't remember, brother. So... stop yelling."
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