This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 135

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Chapter 135

Translator: Yonnee

RP: Haebaragi_syk

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Thuuud—!

Already so thin in the first place that he couldn’t lift a sword properly, the child was sent flying, and he rolled down on the dirt floor.

“Cough…!”

He clenched his teeth in an attempt to endure the pain, but with how much blood he had coughed up, it was clear that he had sustained internal injuries in just that one blow.

However, even with that pitiful appearance, the woman holding a sword looming in front of the boy showed not a single hint of mercy.

“Stand up.”

Disdain. Anger. Irritation. Resentment. Hatred. Impatience.

All that Elijah could feel from his older sister were these negative emotions.

“Elijah Jehardt. I told you to stand up.”

“……”

It had already been two hours. His sister had been subjecting him to this pummeling under the guise of training.

A bitter taste rose in his throat. I’m tired. I want to stop. These words were about to slip through his lips.

However, the moment he’d utter such words, it would only prompt Laila to hit him harder.

Thwack—!

“Keugh…!”

Wolf pup that had devoured his mother—that’s who Elijah was. Laila Jehardt utterly despised that wolf pup.

And Elijah could feel her seething anger palpably.

“I told you to get up. How long are you going to be so foolish while letting yourself get beaten?”

Right. Evidently enough, with the way she treated him so harshly with that sword in her hand, it was impossible to think that they were siblings.

“Hiic…”

In the end, the tears he had been holding back trickled down his cheeks. And along with the threads of tears, sobs too could be heard.

To the little Elijah, everything was just so cruel and he couldn’t endure it any longer.

Laila’s eyes grew colder.

Clang—!

Throwing her sword haphazardly on the sparring hall’s floor, swept up her hair—gray, but very close to black—with one hand.

“Haa…”

Muttering a curse under her breath, a word that was not suitable for a noble lady of her station, Laila took a step closer to Elijah, who was still on the floor in pain.

She grabbed her younger brother’s collar.

“What did I say I’d do if you cry again?”

“Hiicc… Y-You’ll hit, hiiic, hit me…”

“Yet why are you whimpering like a moron right now, hm?”

Elijah himself did not want to cry.

But what could he do against these tears.

“That child is House Jehardt’s so-called ‘mutt’, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. He’s that wolf that devoured his mother after she gave birth to him.”

“It’s no wonder the lions are furious.”

As Elijah had no talent for the sword, he held no power at all. But despite this, his five senses were far superior to his other family members. He had no other choice but to hear such words even if he didn’t want to.

SLAP—!

At the slap that stung like a blazing fire, Elijah’s light green eyes snapped wide open.

“I told you not to cry.”

The eyes that momentarily forgot how to blink soon burst out huge drops of tears.

“Huwaaah!!”

The sight of him crying made his older sister’s expression distort even further. She ended up hitting the boy twice more and dropping him back to the floor.

Argh—! A pained groan broke out, but Laila showed no concern for him.

Forced to listen to the boy’s irritating sobs, Laila heaved out a frustrated sigh.

“Don’t you know what fate awaits lion cubs that have lost their mother?”

“Hiicc…”

As her younger brother shook his head, still shedding tears, she scoffed and flitted her spite-filled glare off to the empty air.

“They end up becoming outcasts that’re soon the target of the other members of the pride. They lose the right to call themselves a predator, and they become nothing but prey.”

Predator, prey. Such words were inherently opposite.

Wiping away the tears that were blurring his view with the back of his hand, Elijah looked up at his older sister.

“Outcasts?”

“Yes. Outcasts.”

“…Why?”

Laila bent down and picked up the sword she had thrown to the ground earlier.

“Why else.”

Screeeech— As she dragged the blade across the floor, a grotesque sound echoed in the air.

“Perhaps because of hunger, or because there’s too much competition, or because of fear against the opponent. But, no. There’s another reason..”

Laila looked down at the boy who was listening intently to each of her words, clearing up his tears.

“Instinct… Yes, it’s instinct. The instinct to become the only predator.”

The desire to slaughter another lion’s heart. That was the driving force of House Jehardt.

“It doesn’t matter how Mother died.”

It would be a lie to say that she did not miss her mother.

However, according to the imperial custom, all the time she would have had with her mother was merely six years anyway—four years as a child, and two years after she was finished with her studies at the academy. That’s all.

It was for this reason that, rather than focusing on their dead mother who no longer existed in this world, Laila considered Elijah—who was a part of her pack—to be more important.

“Father is not a lion.”

And he himself had yet to become a full-fledged adult. Therefore, there was a limit to his capacity to protect Elijah.

“Keep your head on straight. From the moment Mother died, we’ve been thrown into the wild.”

With no one actively protecting them, they were surrounded by enemies who would play with the options available to them, weighing out which would be more beneficial.

To cut those cubs’ leashes, or to hold onto them by the necks.

“So, whenever you feel your tears coming, pick up your sword instead. Whenever you feel like your muscles are about to rip, take a swing nonetheless. Run away from death like someone who doesn’t know any pain. That’s the only way we can survive.”

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