I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space
Chapter 47: Elder Sister

Chapter 47: Elder Sister

"Younger brother... maybe you should come ask your elder sister for whatever you want. Why go through all this?"

The voice floated through the air soft, almost tender but beneath it lay a chill so sharp it seemed to cut through bone. The instant it reached the ears of those present, the entire colosseum fell silent. A cold, suffocating silence. It was as if the world had stopped breathing.

Faces froze. Eyes widened. Terror crept onto every expression like a shadow swallowing the light.

Even Areon, who had been mid-sentence, stopped as if struck. His mouth hung open, the words dying in his throat. A bead of sweat slid down his temple as his eyes shot wide in shock.

No way... he thought, his heart thundering in his chest.

Click. Click. Click.

The clear, steady sound of boots on stone echoed through the hush, each step louder than the roar of a crowd. The audience’s heads turned, drawn as if by an invisible force, toward the source of the sound.

And then they saw her.

A figure cloaked in both elegance and menace. Her wild royal purple hair cascaded down her back like a river of silk, catching the light with every sway. Her matching eyes burned with Wild cold fire, as if they saw everything, missed nothing. At her hip rested a sword, its hilt dark, its edge rumored to have tasted blood countless times. Draped over her shoulders, a deep purple cape flowed behind her, and her black dress clung to her form like a shadow given shape.

Nova Virelan.

The eldest daughter of the Virelan Duke family.

The one they called the Raven Princess of Virelan.

The temperature of the entire colosseum seemed to plummet at the mere sight of her. The weight of her presence pressed down on everyone like a storm about to break.

With every measured step click, click, click the tension grew thicker.

People didn’t need to be told what to do. They parted before her path as if driven by instinct, by fear. Some dropped to their knees, bowing so low their foreheads nearly touched the stone floor not out of respect, but out of sheer terror or just trying not to look at her. The kind of terror that makes one’s blood run cold. The kind of terror born of knowing what she was capable of.

Everyone knew what kind of woman she was. Nova Virelan who slaughtered without hesitation for even the smallest slight. Disagreement? Death. Disrespect? Death. She bathed in blood at the faintest provocation.

She didn’t even glance at them. Her gaze never wavered piercing, locked onto one face from the moment she appeared. Razeal as if she could see no one besides him.

She stopped before him, close enough that he could hear the faint sound of her breath. Her eyes traveled his face slowly, deliberately, as if studying him, searching for something only she could see.

"Sister Nova..." Selena’s voice broke the tension for a moment, a whisper laced with surprise. Even she hadn’t expected Nova to descend. But Nova didn’t look at her. Didn’t acknowledge her at all. As if Selena wasn’t even there. As if no one else existed in this moment but the boy standing before her.

Razeal, for his part, didn’t return Nova’s gaze. His eyes remained on Areon, steady, cold, as if Nova herself wasn’t even here...nothing but air.

"Go on," Razeal said quietly, his voice carrying through the heavy silence. "Are you accepting the duel or not?" his gaze unwavering on Areon, who stood awkwardly as if caught between two storms.

Areon blinked, as if waking from a nightmare. His body felt stiff, weighed down by the storm of emotions crashing over him. "I... I..." His voice faltered as his eyes darted between Razeal and Nova. Is this a joke? his gaze seemed to plead. Do you not see who’s standing here?!

Sweat beaded along his brow. His mind raced. Did she... did she just call him younger brother?! But hadn’t Razeal been cast out?They even had humiliated him, kicked him from the family... And now she calls him brother? His throat felt dry, sweat gathered at his temples. What’s happening? I just called him homeless moments ago... Now this? Is my luck getting bad? And that tone of hers gentle? Is this the same woman who whipped him in public a thousand times with that iron-spiked whip? Who tore him apart in front of everyone in the name of teaching him discipline?!

How could that same person speak so softly, so gently now? Don’t tell me she is serious about calling him brother? If that is i am so fucked up!!.

Areon didn’t understand. And worse he didn’t know what to do.

The air grew heavier, the silence deeper. The onlookers, faces pressed to the ground in terror, felt their hearts racing. Sweat dripped onto the stone beneath them.

Did he... did that boy just ignore Nova Virelan? The thought ran through their minds, and fear gripped them tighter. It wasn’t Razeal’s action that terrified them. It was what they knew would follow. The consequences of ignoring her.

Nova Virelan, the girl who had once slaughtered the heir of a marquis simply because he’d joked, in private, that he’d been with her. The girl whose wrath was legend, whose blade needed no reason to taste blood. Literally is called psychopath.

And this boy... this boy had the audacity to act as if she wasn’t even there?

The entire colosseum seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the storm to break.

But Nova didn’t move. She stood frozen, her tall figure casting a long shadow over the ground, while Razeal acted as if she wasn’t even there. No words came from her lips for what felt like an eternity. Her royal purple eyes stayed locked on him, filled with emotions too tangled and dark for anyone to read. It was as if she stood trapped within a storm one only she could feel while on the outside, her gaze seemed calm and composed. But deep inside, a wild, uncontrollable madness churned, hidden beneath the surface. Even the faint, almost imperceptible tremble of her slender fingers betrayed the truth she was far from at peace. Every so often, her eyes flickered to his right arm, where blood streamed freely from his wound, but still, she said nothing.

Finally, her voice broke the heavy silence. Soft, yet heavy with meaning.

And then, finally, her voice broke the tension.

"Are you ignoring me?" she asked, looking down at him, towering over him. At six-foot-one, she stood tall, and with the heeled boots she wore, even taller. Razeal, at five foot ten, only reached just above her chest and that too, thanks to the extra inches gifted by the cursed Obsidian Skeleton that strengthened his bones but cursed his life.

Her full C sized breasts were literally just around his face’s level, but Razeal didn’t spare a single glance at her. His entire focus remained fixed on Areon, as if Nova wasn’t there at all, as if she was nothing but air. All she could do was stare at his side profile, unable to catch his eyes, unable to break through that wall he’d put between them.

"Are you... or are you no.." Razeal’s voice cut through, his words meant for Areon, not for her. He ignored her completely, as if whatever she said didn’t even reach his ears. But the clenched tension in his jaw, the way his eyes darkened with growing hatred, told a different story.

Areon felt his throat dry up. His heart pounded. He was in no position to answer as a smart man he was, he kept his mouth shut, his eyes looking elsewhere, anywhere but at Razeal or Nova. The tension was unbearable.

Nova stared at Razeal’s behavior, let out a soft sigh, and slowly reached out. As gently as she could, she placed her thumb on one of his cheeks, her fingers on the other, and turned his face forcefully to look at her as if desperate to make him see her.

"Now you don’t even want to look at your sister?" she said softly, her voice trying for casual, though it wavered. She didn’t know what the right words were, how to cross the chasm the years had carved between them.

"DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Razeal’s roar came like thunder from deep within. His left hand flew up, striking at hers, trying to knock it away, to stop her fingers from touching him. But his palm smacked into her arm, and it was like hitting solid iron. Her slender arm didn’t budge, didn’t even flinch. The jolt ran up his muscles the sickening realization that she hadn’t changed, that she was still that monster of strength.

Nova didn’t react to his strike. She didn’t care. Instead, her gaze locked on his at last those eyes she hadn’t seen in five years and what she found there made her breath hitch.

Hate.

Raw, unrestrained hate and Revulsion.

His words, his gaze they pierced her deeper than any blade ever could. Still, she kept staring, unable to look away.

"So you hate your sister now?" she asked, and even she didn’t know why she kept calling herself his sister, repeating the word like a charm, as if somehow reminding him of their bond would change anything. But she needed to say it. Needed to believe it mattered.

Razeal’s lips twisted, his brow furrowed in disgust. He struggled against her hand, but her grip held firm.

"I don’t have any fucking sister," he hissed, his voice low and filled with venom. He stepped back, trying to pull himself free, knowing brute strength wouldn’t make her let go.

Feeling him try to escape, Nova’s fingers instinctively tightened, as if trying to stop him from leaving. But Razeal didn’t care. He felt nothing but revulsion at her touch. With one forceful yank of his head, he broke free, his skin scraping against her grip.

But because of that small, desperate motion blood began to seep from the places where her fingers had held him too tightly. The moment she saw the crimson beads rise on his skin, Nova’s hand recoiled, as if burned by the sight, realizing what she had done.

Razeal pulled back, the anger in his eyes undimmed.

Selena took an anxious step forward, instinct urging her to intervene, to say something, anything but she froze. The memory of how Razeal had reacted before stopped her in her tracks. All she could do was glance at Nova, silently begging her to be gentle, to tread carefully.

Nova didn’t even notice Selena’s movement. Her attention was entirely consumed by Razeal the blood on his face, the look in his eyes that stabbed at her like a blade. Slowly, she lowered her gaze to her trembling fingers. The dark stain of his blood on her pale finger.

I made him bleed again haa?... The thought echoed through her mind.

Just how much does he hate me?

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