(y/n) (l/n) should've been a freshman in college by now if she had not been shot multiple times while protecting her sister on her wedding day. She soon learned that she was reincarnated in an unfinished manwha she has stopped reading a month ago, '...
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BLACK HYACINTH
[ c h a p t e r s i x ] | A duel between siblings (2) | "You're the sadist! You d*mned lunatic."
"One, two, three..."
Before the maid even said go, swords clashing with each other could be heard. Both of us eager to wound the other.
A lot of people watching were reluctant about this duel as it was nothing compared to earlier, we were using real heavy and sharp swords but nonetheless continued to cheer our names and betting who'd win.
Dion handling his sword with ease, I assume he's enjoying my misery. Though you can't see it in his expression, you'd see it in his eyes. B*tch.
After our swords clashed, we jumped back to have a little distance from each other. He was the one to move first after our swords parted, holding his sword high and dragging it down with too much force and speed. I shielded his attack with my sword holding it with both my shaking hands, I moved it upwards in an attempt to push the sword back and get out of this situation.
He was quick to swing his sword aiming for my side, I blocked his sword with my own. He went for my legs next. D*mmit.
This is not good, he isn't giving me a chance to attack. He was the opposing one and I was stuck on defense. I gritted my teeth and step forward holding the sword like it was a knife and I'm going to stab someone. He did not dodge this one on time and it hit him in the right shoulder.
He touched it with his other hand and felt blood dripping. A lot of people gasped but the fight is still on... until one of us fall on our knees or surrender. I attacked once more but he caught my wrist and pulled me closer to him. I held my scream as the sword penetrated my skin. I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and pulled the sword off my stomach. He was on the ground whimpering quietly as I buried my sword deep into his side.
Massive amount of blood rushed out our open wounds and dripping on our mouths. Sh*t we took it too far. My knees were wobbling and it soon gave up, I fell, using my hands for support as to not fall face first on the ground. Dion still trying not to fall unconscious on the ground just a few inches away from me.
I laughed in order to hide my pain.
"You're a sadist." he said, mistaking my laugh as joy.
"You're the sadist! You d*mned lunatic!" I whisper shouted.
"Using real words and not holding back, we could've died." I uttered in a low hushed tone so only the two of us could here.
We glanced at each other and grinned.
D*mmit, why do I have siblings crazier as I.
"Ugh, is no one going to help us?" I asked in my normal voice. They seemed to have snapped back in reality. Rushing to get the medics.
Our other siblings and servants rushed to our side.
"Oh my god sister Lilian, are you okay?" asked Estelle.
"Do I look okay to you?" I asked, she nodded.
She nodded.
"What?" I asked, with a 'are-you-f*cking-serious' look on my face.
"Well you look fine despite the blood gushing out of your stomach and you were laughing and grinning earlier." my lips formed a smile not out of joy but frustration and pain. It hurts...like a b*tch! Ugh the wound is deep. I used the sleeve of my white dress to wipe the blood out my face.
"Sister Lilian! That was amazing!" it was Asil. What the f*ck is wrong with you? We both could've died!
"What's going on here?" Oh sh*t.
O-HO SH*T.
"F-Father!" Estelle stood up and the others two, as for me and a certain purple-haired child. We remained on the ground.
"Tell me what's going on?" he demands, geez he has a dark aura surrounding him all the time.
"Sister Lilian and Brother Dion fought each other." one of my siblings said.
"Fought each other?" he asked, raising a brow.
"It was a duel father, nothing personal." I said. He looked at me then Dion then back to me.
"Well then who won?" he asked.
"The---"
"It's a draw." I cut him off. Father nods, smirking.
"You two should be treated immediately." he said as he walked away. The medics rushed to our sides, healing our wounds.
'Why did she do that?'
I sighed.
It's better to not let father know who actually won. Technically, it's me since he fell on the ground first when I kicked his balls.
The next day, I stayed in bed the whole day to recover. My wrist is also...broken.
My fourth birthday arrived in a flash, I've met the family's partners and teaches how to make the drug. I've got genuine praises and such. Some people liked me from the start while others had doubts that soon vanished once I explained the origin and effect of the drug and a made up story about how I have created the Mary Jane Drug.
Asil and I became friends as promised and I've decided to try and save him. The same goes for Estelle who kept on clinging to me and keeps parting me and Asil away from each other.
Dion does not hate me as much, but still hates me. The f*ck?
Mother is still loving. Sometimes assisting me with my work.
And I became a drug lord over the span of three weeks. Black Hyacinth is my alias, the flower who resembles despair, sorrow, mystery, danger, and obsession.
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