Now, it has finally reached its conclusion.
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Author's Note: I feel like everyone's angst points are a bit different from mine..
I personally feel that the later parts aren't actually angst-filled, at least Gin's part isn't.
And the ending will definitely be a happy ending.
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Chapter 161 Chapter 145 Let's make a deal..
Some things, once spoken aloud, lose all their meaning.
They are better left as Secrets, hidden beneath layers of falsehoods and lies, concealed within a tangle of truth and deception, day after day, year after year, until all who know them no longer exist in this world.
—And then, the Secret turned into a withered flower, annihilated into ash by a gust of wind, drifting away until all traces were completely erased.
However, in the end, nothing can ever go exactly as one wishes.
Brandy had known for a long time that his brother had gone mad.
In their youth, the two had worked for that lady of unrealistic beauty, serving his with total devotion and responsibility.
In the eyes of many, that lady was a cunning and ambitious demon, but to the two brothers, she was their savior.
Brandy does not hate that lady; or rather, he likes her very much.
She liked that lady's radiant appearance, liked the way that lady's brows lightly furrowed, liked her snow-white skin when she wore a light-colored dress, liked her light, lazy smile when she handled various affairs with ease and set a trap.
He also liked the Ruby she gave him.
He was like a retainer who loved his lord, like a younger brother who loved his elder sister, like a rescued person who loved his savior; occasionally, there was also a tiny bit of selfish desire.
Whether it was out of gratitude or because of her status at the time, he was willing to die for that lady, placing her life above her own.
But that was all.
Brandy did not regard that Silver-haired girl as the faith of his life, nor would he be unable to live if that Silver-haired girl no longer existed in the world.
Completely different from Brother.
—“She is my Master, my god, my faith, my everything.”
When his Brother spoke those words, Brandy looked at the obsessed and determined expression on his face, at the smile in his eyes that was lucid yet seemed utterly maddened.
In that instant, he felt that standing before him was not the brother he had relied on for over a decade, but a venomous snake who, having lost his beloved, sought to take revenge on the entire world.
He felt a chilling sensation run through his spine, cold sweat soaked his white shirt in dense droplets.
Even though he hadn't seen it, he could still feel it; despite his best efforts to restrain himself, his expression at this moment must have revealed at least a few traces of it.
—Like his pupils contracting violently?
—Like hands that stiffened unconsciously?
Otherwise, why would Brother look at him with such a cryptic, half-smiling expression?
..
Later, Brother became even more unrestrained.
When he heard that Brother had established B. W, he could only give a faint smile, then calmly chose Brandy as his codename.
Brandy, Brandy.
This liquor originated from Liquor in France, its name originally came from the Dutch word Brandewijn. During the Middle Ages, it was sold to many countries in Europe, the Dutch people at that time named it "Brandewijn," which means "burnt wine."
——Burnt Wine。
This is the type of liquor the silver-haired girl likes most; it is the origin of the organization B. W. created by her brother, also the reason for his codename, Brandy.
In truth, from the very beginning, he had been secretly announcing his relationship with his Brother.
In a manner that was both cautious and open, he commemorated his Past.
However, in the end, his Brother's increasingly crazed behavior became something he simply could not accept.
His brother began wanting others to be as unhappy as he was, so he established B. W. to commit murder and arson; he merely watched on, calm and composed, occasionally offering a word or two of advice when the man went too far.
However,
But he was still unhappy.
He preserved the Silver-haired girl's corpse, using special treatments to make her appearance look exactly as she did when she was alive, ordered others to arrange the girl, then killed everyone who had touched her.
His world no longer knew peace, he no longer possessed sanity.
After a chance encounter, his Brother began to indulge in the 'Figure game'.
Madra was the Girl [male] that Brandy saved at that time.
The little girl cowered in the corner, trembling, her fawn-like eyes staring fixedly at her, with a determination and stubbornness in her gaze that did not match her current expression.
For some reason, Brandy suddenly felt a rare moment of compassion and took her away from the Brother's subordinates.
Brother said nothing; he wasn't about to fall out with his brother over a mere little girl, merely complaining a word or two in a lazy, flippant tone before letting the matter go.
But it was only Madra.
There were lucky ones who could escape with their lives, but they were few and far between.
And so, one beautiful girl after another fell victim to such a fate.
For his real-life figure.
Brandy began to fear him.
That man was no longer his brother from back then; the youth from those years had been utterly transformed by endless days of waiting and pain, ravaged by wrath and despair.
Brandy used to simply offer a word or two of advice, hoping his Brother wouldn't go too far, then would watch with indifference as others suffered the loss of their families.
And now, when faced with his brother's actions that nearly crossed the line, Brandy could only offer a few useless words of persuasion.
Afterward, Brandy heard of the incident where his brother broke his subordinate's ribs and killed him.
You ask why?
Oh, among the Silver-haired girl's guards back then, there was one person who broke a Rib due to an injury, Brother wants to simulate the original look of everything.
By using the lives of his subordinates.
He was ruthless and unpredictable in his moods.
But he was equally talented and brilliant.
—This undoubtedly intensified the tragedy.
Truly loyal Subordinates, even if they were both respectful and fearful, would not betray him because of such matters—they had long since understood that man's true nature; as for those who wished to defect, his Brother had sufficient means to deal with them.
When this news arrived, Brandy could no longer deceive himself.
He had to admit that the brother he knew had died decades ago; at the moment the Silver-haired girl died, all that remained was an increasingly crazed walking corpse.
He began to want to end it all.
..
Brandy is no longer young.
He has already lived long enough.
Whether it was past sins or past deep affection, in the end, it was all the Past.
Sometimes, this already aged old man sits in the chair, his gaze heavy as he looks up at the horizon, watching the evening clouds. The sunset glow is a wash of reddish-orange across the sky, as the setting sun scatters its final rays of light, spreading a layer of magnificent beauty over the mortal world.
He heard his own silent Sigh.
Madra followed silently behind him.
He wanted to end it all.
..
This old man coughed lightly, a ripple appearing in his deathly gaze, yet it remained as heavy as the setting sun: "How did you know about that matter involving my brother's subordinate?"
Brandy curled his lips slightly, a hint of an inexplicable smile in his eyes: "Knowing about that matter involving Brother's subordinate?"
He was really a bit curious.
Gin tilted his head slightly, looking at this man who acted cold and decisive, yet could never bring himself to be ruthless toward his own blood. After a moment of hesitation, he still gave him an answer.
I once discovered several skeletons in that man's Secret Room, arranged in specific poses." After a pause, Gin continued, "One of the male corpses had only twenty-three ribs.
He hadn't thought that much at the time, but later, when he went to Russia, Gin investigated that Snow White and learned quite a bit about the old stories from the past.
Among them, one of the bodyguards of Snow White had once broken his ribs to protect her.
For some reason, Gin suddenly thought of that Skeleton in the Secret Room.
Given the degree of the Skeleton's decomposition, it is unlikely that he was Snow White's guard, when considering the Master's nearly苛刻 "restoration," everything has an explanation.
It was an explanation that was almost breathtaking.
However, this was merely a guess; he still had to thank Brandy for helping him verify this guess.
Gin blinked, feeling a momentary sense of exhaustion, but compared to the almost palpable fatigue on the Old man's face, Gin felt quite fortunate.
"Back to business." Gin raised her hand to her waist, tilting her head slightly; her moonlight-like silver hair shifted with her movement, a few strands falling onto her shoulder.
Gin had no intention of beating around the bush anymore, so he simply got straight to the point: "Back then, during the 'Silver Bullet' research, a defection incident occurred within the Research Department. Later, the defector divided the research materials into four parts—"