I Became the Villainess’s Brother

In the sand and dust that bites the victory, the moonlight illuminates the shadows more and more.

A mine magician must have come.

Or Dr. Credill or Dr. Joshua.

I thought so, and I tried to speak up.

- I took a breath.

It was the men of a different appearance that was reflected between the breaks of the dancing dust.

Wrap a scarf around your face and goggles around your eyes.

Cropped pants had leather holders lowered and brass guns peeking.

Of course he's not a magic teacher at the Jackberry family, and he's a long way from being a mine magician.

The men came at us faster than we could react!

Eldor kicks the ground and dances in the sky.

Long legs arc and kick up a man's head.

He continued to punch his fist into the belly of the man next door, paying even more to fall.

Riley grabs the sand on the ground and throws it at the men's faces!

"That's it!

Doss's heard voice echoes around.

I didn't know what happened.

It was really a flash of events.

I couldn't even afford to use magic.

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!

I tried desperately to scream, but I couldn't.

They have monkeys in their mouths.

I didn't realize another man was approaching me from behind.

Get out of the mine and squeeze the victory.

And now I'm in custody.

Eldor, who took me hostage, can't fight back.

He gets punched in the face, he gets a monkey butt fitted and tied up in the back hand.

Trian was also tied up at some point.

"Oh my god, you're letting go!!!

"Grow up!

Gatsun and a man's fist fell on the back of Riley's head and Riley collapsed on the spot.

Fluffy, Riley and I are surrounded by light for a moment.

The art of change expired and Riley's neat side became evident.

How many enemies are there?

At least five confirmed.

I try to deflect the monkeys somehow, but I'm tied to the back of my hand and there's nothing I can do about it.

In the meantime, he was completely blinded by wearing a hemp bag.

It was no use spraying my legs desperately in the hemp bag.

The body is tied up and rolled to the ground as it goes around with rope.

A lot of rocky skin was also felt in the hemp bag.

... Seriously, what the hell is this!

I'm afraid I can't scream.

Me, Riley, and Trian.

If only I could use magic, I would have done something about it.

But we're almost out of magic in the pit, so there's no way to fight.

"Hey, just do it! People are coming."

"I said that, this guy's too heavy, he can't carry it!

"Let's be stupid, you can roll a fat guy like this"

"I think it's with the barrel."

Men who rant about their mouths.

No, no, seriously.

You've lost weight, your waist is two centimeters from left to right!

It's creepy. Creepy.

Even the weight is lightly five kilos off, but it still didn't look very different because it was originally round.

Because you're human, right?

Not a barrel.

If you roll, you're gonna get hurt, right?!

"Don't worry about some scratches if you don't die"

No, mind you, please!

Dossssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Damn, even fat people hurt.

Not a voice, though!

Tears in pain.

And I finally understood.

We've been kidnapped.

"Get in charge!

Follow the leader's voice and I'll be pushed into some kind of vehicle.

The only thing that wouldn't have been thrown in would have been too heavy to do it.

It was as abusive a treatment as that.

It was probably the carriage that was put on.

I can hear the horses chirping.

The floor of the stiff carriage was narrow, but signs of someone being thrown into the floor in the same way were felt.

Riley or Trian?

Or is it Eldor?

Even if people's signs are felt, I don't know who that is.

Worst case scenario is someone you don't know.

I guess they're all set up with monkeys.

I can't hear you.

The men's voices are heard from the front.

Looks like the type with the luggage and where people ride.

The carriage moves out with Gotri.

Unlike the Magic Conductor carriage, vibrations are transmitted directly to the body.

Whenever the wheel stepped on the pebble, the pain ran all over my body.

The shaking is terrible, and the nausea creaks up gently.

What is the purpose of these guys?

If you didn't die, would you exclude the assassination?

If so, is it for ransom or human trafficking?

Regardless of the three other people besides me, I don't have the appearance to be a seller no matter what I think, so is it ransom?

... No, really?

Riley had considerably reduced his appearance glamour with the magic of change.

Now that I'm unconscious, I think I've solved the art of change, including myself, but my appearance before I solved it seemed very normal.

The light of the moon leaking inside the hemp bag illuminates my original hair color, black hair.

I just solved it, so Riley and I haven't lost our identity yet, have we?

If the art of change is solved, you may have seen it somewhere.

But he doesn't look familiar before that.

I honestly haven't looked much different, but I haven't been out of the Jackberry family, and at best, to the extent that I've been staying at Riley's.

I don't think these guys remember my face.

So the human trafficking line is still thick?

Trian and Eldor could get high because their looks were intact.

Though plain, Trian has a neat face, and Eldor is a totally beautiful boy.

Was it the two of them who were targeted?

But then, is there any reason they're taking you all the way to me?

I'm not proud, but there's no reason to carry me that I can't sell at the level where they call me a barrel.

It's heavy and disturbing, and honestly, I think it would be easier to dispose of it on the spot.

I don't want to think about it though.

But the ransom also tilts his neck.

We were here with patience, using a pseudonym.

Where do you want the ransom?

Although Riley and Eldor used their real names to take a room at the Golden Wall foundation pavilion, it's hard to imagine leaking from it.

Because this isn't the kind of inn that leaks information to an arrangement like this.

... are you up to it?

Even if I think about it, I can't see what the killer's purpose is or what he's looking for.

As I circled my mind, someone grabbed my hand.

Over the sack, my hand, equally wrapped in the sack, explores my fingertips.

What the fuck?

Who is it?

"Reese, can you hear me?

It's Riley.

He sticks his body to me perfectly and talks to me in a whisper.

You were safe, weren't you?

But how can you speak up?

Monkeys, you were followed.

I want to hear and I want to answer, but I can't speak.

"If you hear me, hold my hand back."

Grasp your fingertips.

"Okay, you're conscious. We're getting out of here."

Huh?

Seriously.

"I was just picking up a piece of glass that was falling off. I put it in my sleeve, and now I'm gonna cut the rope."

When?

Oh, when you were throwing sand at your enemies.

I couldn't do anything without magic, but was Riley picking up something that seemed like an instant weapon?

"If I cut mine, I'll cut your rope, too. Do you think you can use magic?

Reply by not holding your finger.

I still don't feel like I can use it.

Too much use in the pit, doesn't seem to recover.

"Right. I can't use it either..."

When that happens, Trian, who was operating the trolley with the wind, won't be able to either.

"Huh!"

The cradle and the carriage swayed greatly at first.

Inside the carrier, we are flushed wide and pushed against the wall.

Damn, I'm glad it's the wall.

If I roll over to Riley, he'll crush me with my weight.

I wonder what it is.

It's noisy outside.

I heard footsteps of people rushing off in a carriage.

"Whoa, hold your hand tight. I'll cut the rope now."

Riley whispers in his ear.

I'm worried about what's going on out there, but I squeeze my hands just like you said.

A hemp bag was broken and a glass fragment touched his hand.

The glass fragment strokes my hand and moves straight into the rope like a saw.

I heard a bump and a rope break, and my hands regained their freedom.

Riley, even if you can't use magic, it's just amazing.

With his free hands, he rips the torn hemp bag slightly to the left and right and looks softly around him.

As far as I can see, there are two hemp bags.

Is it Eldor and Trian?

There are no men.

It still seemed like the type of carriage that separated luggage from people and put them on.

Slowly out of the hemp bag, Riley also slipped out.

Breaking the two remaining hemp bags, both Eldor and Trian were safe.

No, it's good to be safe. It's hard.

Eldor is pretty swollen because he was punched in the face.

My beautiful face is ruined.

"I'm sorry, El. I can't even use magic right now..."

If I could use healing magic, I could heal these wounds right away.

I feel like I could use it a little bit more.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I couldn't protect the Lord..."

Opening your mouth sounds painful too, Eldor.

As soon as the magic is restored, it's definitely a cure.

From the outside, I heard the men yelling.

Soon, we peek out the window of the wagon.

We opened our eyes.

In the moonlight, some group of people are stranded in front of the carriage.

The boy in the center, he went a step forward.

"The Bandits: The Dusk Sky, see here! It's our shemales, and you don't imitate despicably. Bastards, don't do it!!!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, the roar echoed.