Curse Returns: What did the human-shaped wishing machine do wrong this time?

"How pitiful. He's clearly the head of the family's child, but because of that monster... now he's going to be... sigh."

Through the dilapidated window frame, two maids stood on the wooden veranda, shaking their heads with pity at the little child kneeling on the floor inside the room.

Alluka lowered her head and fiddled with a piece of dry grass in her hand.

Hearing the maid's words, he raised his head and gave them an innocent, gentle smile, without a trace of resentment.

Upon seeing this, the maids' expressions changed, and they hurriedly covered their faces and left.

Alluka looked in the direction they left, somewhat puzzled.

He really wanted to play with the two maids, something they never usually did; their attitude was so strange today…

He squeezed the hay in his hand, and the next second, his newest toy shattered.

Alluka carelessly scattered the crumbs aside.

A thin layer of white has been cast over the sky outside the window without anyone noticing.

The birch leaves in the yard had long since fallen off.

Only dry, tangled branches remained on the pale tree trunk.

Alluka lay on the broken wooden window, counting the snowflakes falling one by one from the dark sky.

He fell asleep while counting.

Alluka was imprisoned in this cramped and dilapidated courtyard since birth, with only two maids occasionally bringing him some cold food.

Of the others, he had only seen one boy named "Jili" from afar.

That boy was always spirited and proud, completely different from him.

The maid said that Master Gilei is Alluka's older brother, but because of the monster, their circumstances are somewhat different.

Alluka knew he had two older brothers, but he didn't know where they were.

He always tried his best to be a well-behaved and obedient child, never crying or making a fuss.

Because he knew he was an "ominous child" who was not expected to be born, no one would respond to his cries for help.

Alluka shrank back, as if she would be hugged if she did.

He gently closed his eyes in the wind and snow, and in his dream he saw two pink figures from behind.

But he couldn't see the faces of those two people clearly.

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When Alluka regained consciousness, he felt his mind was somewhat muddled and he felt drowsy.

He inhaled the cold air and coughed violently.

However, as he tried to cover his mouth with his hand, he discovered that his neck, arms, and ankles were tied to a huge stone pillar with ropes.

His father and his brother, Gilly, sat not far from him with indifferent expressions.

"Father...Brother Jili?"

Alluka's gaze wandered as she looked at the indescribable scene before her.

He didn't know why he had been kidnapped here.

His tattered linen clothes had been replaced with white robes and crimson trousers, and several strong samurai around him were holding unlit torches, as if they were about to hold some kind of ceremony.

"Who is your good-for-nothing brother?"

The boy in the white hunting robe stared at this disgrace to their family with disgust.

In their time, twins were considered an omen of bad luck.

Moreover, this so-called "younger brother" is not just a twin.

Thinking of that two-faced monster.

The expression on the white-clad youth's face gradually turned vicious.

Alluka moved her wrist with some curiosity.

Seeing that he was tied up quite tightly, he couldn't pull his hands out.

Seeing his appearance, Jili let out a slight sneer.

"Give up. The country of Hida is currently in constant turmoil. Father intends to sacrifice you to the Demon God in order to ensure the longevity of our family line."

As he spoke, he lightly stepped up the wooden stairs and came to Alluka's side.

There was an undisguised malice in Jili's light gold eyes.

He was fed up with this piece of trash existing in the same space as himself.

After killing this good-for-nothing, he will become the sole heir of this family.

Feel all the fear, envy, and hatred.

Alluka, this piece of trash, doesn't even have a trace of magical power in her body.

Even if you wanted to create a curse, you couldn't.

What else could he possibly worry about?

The young man in white chuckled softly.

Alluka blinked, somewhat confused as to what Gilly was laughing at.

He hadn't eaten since noon yesterday, and he swallowed hard.

Looking at the malicious face before her, Alluka obeyed her body's will and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother Kirei, can you hug me?"

"I told you I'm not your brother, you bitch."

The boy in white grabbed Alluka's androgynous face with his hand; he was very strong due to his years of martial arts training.

Soon, under his rough fingertips, two red pinch marks appeared on Alluka's fair cheeks.

Alluka was pinched and felt a little pain, but he didn't even flinch. He smiled his dark blue eyes and his face still had that innocent and gentle smile.

He shook his wrist, his voice like it was laced with sweet maple syrup: "Brother Jili, can you put me down?"

"Impossible, give up."

The boy in white glanced at Alluka's wrists, which were tied up and somewhat red and swollen, and curled his lips into a wicked smile.

They were already on the altar, yet they were still dreaming of going down.

He rejected Alluka's request once again.

After being rejected twice, Alluka pouted and pitifully asked, "Brother Kirei, could you give me that dagger you're carrying?"

Alluka knew about that dagger.

That was a gift from his father to his older brother last year.

His brother happily showed it off everywhere.

The maids sighed and complained as they spoke to him, "Why is there such a big difference between them, even though they're both young masters?"

Alluka was very well-behaved at the time and presented her maid with a toy she had woven from wild grass.

The maids were all very happy.

Jili drew his sword, its blade snow-white and reflecting an unusual cold light.

"This was a gift from my father. How could a piece of trash like you deserve it? If you weren't about to die, I would have made you taste the power of this sword."

Jili glanced up at the sky; it was almost time for the festival. Too lazy to waste any more words, he turned to return to his seat in the audience.

But in those few seconds, Alluka behind him asked one last time, her voice serious and emphasizing, "Brother Gilai, can you please not leave?"

Several strong samurai had already started lighting torches, while the boy in the white hunting robe glanced back gloatingly.

Poor Alluka will probably beg him for mercy with a look of fear on her face.

However, it wasn't quite what he had imagined.

The black-haired boy's face was strangely pale, his features like bottomless black holes, radiating an emptiness that seemed to devour everything.

"You...you..."

Looking at Alluka like this, young master Jili felt a chill run down his spine.

He pointed at the monster, as if he wanted to say something.

In an instant, his entire body felt as if it had been squeezed into one place by an external force.

His face was contorted in pain, and a trembling sound escaped from his trembling lips.

It seemed as if countless unknown forces were twisting and turning his flesh and skin in various parts of his body.

A sharp tearing sensation came from within his body, and he felt his body being twisted into a grotesque shape.

Amidst the splattering blood, he only had time to exchange a glance with Alluka.

The next second, he died in excruciating pain, twisted like a rope.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and a few drops of bright red splashed onto Alluka's face.

Looking at this bloody scene, Alluka blinked and gave an innocent smile.