The Fate of Narendra Women
84. Last Meeting
Helen sat quietly looking at Iaros. After their conversation yesterday, the man just kept quiet. But his silence was different from when he thought he was doing something crazy.
It seemed that he was silent because he was staring at Kamila. Reflecting on what he got from fighting for Kamila, wanting Kamila for years but ultimately getting nothing until the end.
Iaros must be really stupid if he still didn't realize how empty his hand that had been trying for years to grasp Kamila was.
If he still thought Kamila was his true love, then that stupidity might no longer be helped by anyone.
"Good expression for a man of size like Big Brother."
Helen looked up at Demeter who had come after some time without seeing Iaros. The girl glanced at Helen at a glance, then walked over to Iaros.
"What is Brother thinking?" demeter asked, rubbing Iaros' face. "Wouldn't you talk to me?"
"...."
"I came to mock Brother. Really, I want to laugh at Brother. But Brother should know that Brother is one of my favorite dolls."
Demeter pointed Iaros' face at him, peeping at the man's lips.
"Can Brother promise to obey? I'll put an end to this silliness if Brother is willing."
In the current situation, Demeter could indeed end it all. When Orion and the elders consider Demeter's existence to be important to the next Narendra leader, it is easy for Demeter to turn things around.
The little girl never hesitated to act. He could have all his brothers killed for Narendra's welfare, he could have stopped the killing for Narendra's sake.
Iaros would know. Helen felt that there was no point in rebelling from Demeter.
"Demeter," murmured Iaros weakly.
Demeter's smile flashed sweetly as she felt that Iaros was already desperate to fight back.
"You don't love anyone you have right now. I think it's my mom."
Demeter chuckles. "Love is just emotion, Brother. I'm Narendra's son, not Narendra's wife. I don't need to love anyone but myself."
"You're right."
"I know."
Helen could see Demeter's expression change. Helen wondered why Iaros was so stubborn.
Giving Demeter what she wanted could at least stop this silliness. Why does he keep resisting and spewing nonsense?
"So I'll regret it."
"No. I don't regret it." Iaros extended his body to Demeter's face, staring fixedly at the devil-hearted beautiful girl. "Unfortunately I'm a man who's more aroused to disgusting weak women like Kamila than you are. I'm not Dionysus or Ares, my brother. Accept that."
"...."
Iaros laughed a little. No matter if his ribs hurt, the man still let his body be shaken by laughter.
"I'm just ridiculous. Loving that damn girl without getting anything. Ye know? I loved her a long time ago. Since we were still very childish. But he rejected me, he ignored me, making me a monster until I embarrassed myself."
Demeter looked at him coldly.
"But I think you're starting to get silly, too. Even Euribia knows you went crazy for it. You want me to obsess over you like Dionysus and Ares. I'm sorry, my sweet. Your chest is not as adorable as my pretty p*lacur chest."
Helen was tense about it.
He thought Demeter would go berserk because of Iaros's refusal, but as usual, he attached more importance to his pride than his own anger.
Demeter moved, turning away without a sound.
"My wife."
Iaros's call sent Helen flinched. Hurriedly approaching because he thought his wound might hurt.
"Here, Young Master."
"Tell Aether, I want to have a final meeting with my brothers."
"Young Master—"
"Now."
*