How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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Sirocco scratched his head with a self-deprecating laugh, while noticing the orange-yellow headlights of a bus in the distance.

With so many people around and no professional assassins to be aware of, what clues could I possibly leave behind that would land me in jail?

Who knows what kind of butterfly effect might occur, causing the plot to spiral out of control, making it difficult to micromanage Sirocco.

It's best to try to maintain the script from the second playthrough.

With various worries in his heart, the bus arrived at the station, and Sirocco embarked on his journey home.

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"Hahahaha—!! Brother, you're so bad, that death was hilarious! This is definitely a highlight reel!"

"It's a controller, a controller. I'm not used to it yet."

"Hehehe, you can't use the same excuse twice, brother~~, Hill will cheer you on, try again!"

Hill laughed so hard he shook on the ground, revealing his snow-white belly and beautiful belly button.

Sirocco really wanted to ruffle her pigtails to stop her from being so smug.

"Hill, you wait, I'm a gaming pro, this will be over soon."

10:34 PM, Hill's room.

Half an hour earlier than agreed, Sirocco played games with Hill.

The reason is simple: I still haven't finished Little Nightmares 3.

Also, Sirocco does enjoy playing video games.

"Brother, the Hill Explorer test went very well! We can go to the dungeon together as early as next week!"

"I actually hope the examiner is strict with you, so you never get the certification."

"Seriously, my brother's making jokes like that again~~"

Honestly, I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it.

I've been busy with Cass and the others' upgrade plans lately, and haven't paid much attention to my sister.

However, Sirocco didn't have high expectations. Originally, he thought that his own abilities were insufficient, so he wanted his sister to join him to enhance their combat power in dealing with mid-term events.

My upgrades are going smoothly so far, so I'll just take Hill for a quick tour of the easiest area of ​​the dungeon.

Hill might be so scared she'd cry.

"whee...."

Sirocco was somewhat expectant, seeing his little sister crying and clinging to him in a cute way.

"By the way, there's something Hill needs to tell her brother."

"Ok?"

Sirocco was intently manipulating the little figure in the brown-green clothes to climb the ladder.

“Sister Brid is coming to our house.”

"Ah?! Oh no—!!"

The character being controlled nearly slipped off the ladder, but Sirocco saved him at the last second.

"When?"

"tonight."

"...What is she doing here?"

"Sister Brid..."

buzz-

The vibration of the watch face interrupted Hill's words.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment."

Sirocco checked the ring table, saw the sender's name, and smiled slightly.

"...Brother, are you happy? You must be. Who is it?"

"Friends. But my goal is more than just friends."

"Could it be a friend from my imagination?"

"Of course, it's a real person, the kind you can actually touch."

If possible, I'd also like to sleep while holding you.

Sirocco really wanted to say that she was the future sister-in-law.

The one who sent the message was Beren.

Ever since we met at the coffee shop that day, we've been communicating with each other like this from time to time.

The content of the conversation was also very casual.

The boss's nagging, the new book, a photo of an affectionate cat, restaurant recommendations...

Sometimes they say nothing, but send meaningless emojis and symbols.

Chatting with Beren is the most relaxing moment for Sirocco.

Don't overthink it, and don't worry too much.

"Is your brother's friend some suspicious female streamer in a costume? Hill knows these costumed streamers don't play games; they just urge you to send gifts. The top spender adds you on LINE, but the person you're actually chatting with isn't the streamer, it's a sweaty, burly man picking his feet..."

"Hill, how come you can make your eyes lose their shine so naturally? My friend isn't a streamer or an old man! He's just an ordinary person... anywhere."

Considering Beren's past, Sirocco felt a little guilty.

"Wow... an ordinary person..."

Hill noticed an unnatural pause in Shilock's voice, which had lowered several octaves.

43. Sirocco, who mastered the skill of falling asleep in one second.

"Don't worry about my friend's matter for now."

I feel like if I keep going, it'll just get more and more confusing.

Strange, why do I feel guilty towards my sister?

Is there anything wrong with my brother finding a girlfriend?

Sirocco couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he just felt that they shouldn't push the conversation any further...

"Um...you said Brid came to our house?"

After replying to the message, Sirocco forcibly continued the previous topic.

"...Hill understands. Anyway, Hill's current stats aren't high enough, and the permissions will take time to unlock..."

"Hey—Hill? Don't overthink it."

Sirocco patted Hill on the head, telling her not to let her sister's thoughts wander too far.

Hill's mouth formed a "ヘ" shape, then he continued as if giving up:

"...Brother, you lied to Sister Brid, didn't you?"

"I told her I was going back, but I didn't actually go back. Is that it?"

"Yes."

Hill thought for a moment:

"Hill doesn't know what kind of magic her brother used to get Sister Brid, who hadn't visited in years, to come late at night and even prepare thoughtful gifts. It's simply..."

I'm infatuated with you.

Hill didn't finish his sentence.

Little did he know that Sirocco was thinking about something else, and he didn't even hear the dissatisfaction and resentment in Hill's words.

My heart skipped a beat.

He has now realized the problem.

Or perhaps he hadn't taken it seriously before, and now he has to speculate with the utmost malice.

Brid clearly had feelings for her.

Sirocco buried his head in his hands in distress.

Do you like Bridgman?

Honestly, I definitely like it.

A normal young man would never dislike a beautiful childhood friend who has a strong sense of justice.

But that's about the level of liking I have.

Try to recall the white lab coat, the jeans that accentuate a well-shaped bottom, the faint scent of lavender, and the deep brown hair that makes you want to take a deep breath.

The image of Beren flashed through Sirocco's mind.