Is it because I won a round today and she's not happy about it, so she's throwing a tantrum? It shouldn't be like this... Ever since we were thirteen, the little witch hasn't been able to overpower me physically anymore, she can only rely on that perverted old man's power over her to dominate me... But when the old bastard isn't interfering, our sibling rivalry has always been evenly matched. Even when I win... I've never seen Lilyce so unhappy before. Or maybe it's because I'm embarrassed and the adults have seen it, so she's annoyed? But... whether it's the old bastard or Uncle Hammer, they've seen us grow up from childhood, right? Worse situations have happened before... So what exactly is wrong with Lilyce? Well... who knows? It's really hard to understand the thoughts of an adolescent girl going through a phase, and I have no idea what's gotten into this little witch. Thinking about this, I tried to adjust my tone and said to Lilyce, "Let's go, it's time to go home." The little witch didn't talk to me, she didn't even lift her head to look at me. She bit her lips even tighter, and the soft bread on the plate was kneaded into a ball in her hand. "Lilyce, it's time to go home." Seeing that she still didn't react, I reached out and patted her shoulder. Just as my hand touched her shoulder, Lilyce violently threw my arm away. "Don't touch me! You disgusting, pathetic pervert!" the little witch screamed at me with all her might. She stood up from the chair, angrily glaring at me, her eyes slightly red, as if she had been crying. But I really couldn't understand Lilyce's anger. Just because of a little play earlier, are you so angry? I was just kindly reminding you to go home, and you talk to me with such a terrible attitude? And I'm your older brother! The furious voice of the little witch still echoed in my ears, and an uncontrollable anger rose from the depths of my heart. Damn it! I don't know what sins I committed in my previous life to end up with such a shitty father and sister. Every day, besides finding ways to torment me, there's no other way for them to peacefully coexist with me! I don't have any other extravagant expectations, can you at least be normal? Especially when I'm talking to you kindly. Can't you at least not act so arrogantly? "Can you be normal, Lilyce?" I forced myself to contain my anger and said to the little witch, "When I'm talking to you nicely, I hope you don't use this kind of attitude towards me!" "You... you say I'm not normal?" Lilyce widened her eyes, seemingly incredulous as she looked at me. "Lin Dengtu, is this how you see me... Is this how you see your sister?" "Did I say something wrong?" I was getting angry and I forcefully restrained my voice to ask, "Which sister would rush into the bathhouse for no reason and start randomly hitting her own brother?" "I really don't know what's wrong with me that makes you hate me so much!" I yelled at Lilyce, unable to bear it any longer. "I... I... Brother Atu... it's not how you think it is..." Hearing my yell, the little witch seemed a little panicked, she cowered back as if she were a frightened animal, taking a few steps back. Her aura suddenly dropped a few notches. Seeing the panicked look on the little witch's face, somehow, a sense of revenge welled up in my heart. Little witch, little witch... I didn't expect to see this expression on your face too. It seems that you're not so clear in your mind either... After all the excessive things you've done to me, hmph! I sneered and waved my hand at Lilyce, "Forget it, Lilyce. I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense. You'll get what you want soon." "No... that's not it... Brother, listen to me explain..."The little witch stomped her feet in frustration, almost on the verge of tears.

I didn't say anything, just watched as she waited for me to continue.

"I...I..." Lilyce pleaded, her teary eyes begging me not to force her to continue.

To be honest, seeing the pitiful expression on the little witch's face, I softened for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

After she stuttered and failed to say anything, I innocently shrugged and said, "Seems like you really have nothing to say. Then let me speak."

"Listen carefully, once I marry Magi, I will move out of the house quickly."

"Then, you won't be able to see me, your annoying, disgusting, terrible older brother anymore."

"So, please bear with me and tolerate a few more days of living with me, your annoying brother."

"Even if you beg me, I won't appear in front of you anymore, alright?"

I finished saying everything I wanted to say in one breath.

I instantly felt refreshed and invigorated.

Well, I've made my position clear, regardless of what the little witch thinks.

But instead of the expected angry fist or roar, there was only Lilyce choking back sobs.

"Terrible...so terrible...why did you say such hurtful things to me?"

Tears rolled down the little witch's fair cheeks.

At this moment, her beautiful violet eyes were filled with sadness, as if questioning me.

Could it be...the little witch is really upset?

A dreadful thought flashed through my mind, but before I could think it through,

Lilyce had already hurriedly run away from me.

"Terrible! Terrible! I hate having a brother like you!"

Lilyce's figure disappeared down the corridor.

Soon after, faint hoof beats could be heard outside the window.

A figure dressed in purple swiftly rode off on a horse.

At that moment, the old bastard walked over to my side with a complicated expression, patting my shoulder and saying,

"If you weren't my son, if you weren't Lilyce's blood brother...for the filthy words you just said to my daughter, I would definitely smash your nose!"

As he spoke, the old bastard clenched his fist.

"I can't tolerate it...to dare to bully my beloved daughter like this!"

"Shut up!"

I swiftly twisted the old bastard's arm in my hand.

I was already annoyed, how could I be in the mood to listen to your nonsense, you bastard?

"Ouch ouch ouch, it hurts - you bastard, be gentle! Gentle!"

The old bastard exaggeratedly howled in pain.

Meanwhile, I stared blankly out the window, contemplating whether I had done something wrong.