I think she is trying to teach her brother a lesson, I may be the reason of her acting like this but, in my opinion she is just hitting him so that he can get in the right path, maybe.
Elena kept hitting her brother, her every strike was so powerful that each time it landed a shockwave erupted from the point of the impact.
However, soon, a wall of glass like mana appeared in between her first and Aires face. It seems Aires patience had hit it’s limit.
"Why... Why... Why...? If you are doing this because of that shit," Aries spoke, his voice a jagged, blood-choked rasp as he pointed a trembling finger toward me. "If you’re beating your own brother for that trash, then I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him even if it’s the last thing I—"
The air in the room didn’t just turn cold; it vanished.
Aries didn’t realize that by pointing at me, he had just signed his own death warrant. The glass wall of mana he had desperately conjured began to spiderweb, not from a physical blow, but from the sheer intensity of the killing intent radiating off Elena.
She didn’t react to his threat with a scream or a retort. She simply tilted her head, her eyes flashing a shade of crimson so deep it was almost black.
Crack.
The mana shield shattered into a million sparkling shards. Before Aries could even blink, Elena’s hand bypassed his defenses and gripped his face, slamming his head back into the wall with enough force to make the stone dust rain down from the ceiling.
She still hadn’t said a single word.
The silence was the most brutal part. It was as if she didn’t even deem him worthy of a conversation. To her, he wasn’t a brother, a prince, or even a rival anymore. He was a pest that had dared to threaten the one thing she was currently obsessed with protecting.
I stood there, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. I was the trash he was talking about, the reason Elena was currently committing a high-profile assault. If I didn’t intervene now, Aries wouldn’t just be "taught a lesson"—he would be a corpse, and Elena would be a traitor.
"Elena, that’s enough," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos.
She paused. Her fist was pulled back, wreathed in a swirling vortex of red mana that threatened to level the entire room. She didn’t turn around, but I saw her shoulders hitch, her breathing ragged and heavy.
Aries, pinned like an insect, looked at me with eyes full of pure, unadulterated hatred. Even in this state, his arrogance was a terminal disease, refusing to leave.
"Don’t... act... superior... you filth..." he wheezed.
Elena’s grip tightened. I could hear the faint, sickening sound of his facial bones beginning to groan under the pressure.
"I said, enough," I repeated, stepping forward into the radius of her heat. I placed my hand on her arm—the one currently crushing Aries’ skull.
The moment my skin touched her mana-drenched sleeve, Elena shivered. The red fire surrounding her didn’t go out, but it stopped expanding. Slowly, painfully, she turned her head to look at me.
"Rio..." she breathed, the first word she’d spoken since entering the room.
She let go. Aries slumped to the floor in a heap of broken pride and ruined silk, gasping for air that he barely deserved.
She didn’t spare him another glance. Instead, she turned fully toward me, her eyes searching mine with a desperate, frightening intensity. She looked at my hand on her arm, then back at my face, her chest heaving.
"He... he said he would... I just wanted to... Understand life..." she started, her voice trembling.
"I know what he said," I cut her off, my gaze shifting to the broken Prince on the floor. "And I know what you wanted to teach him. He’ll pay for it. He will learn it. But not like this. Not tonight."
I looked at Aries, who was staring at us with a mix of terror and loathing. The power balance in the family had just shifted irrevocably. The trash in his eyes was now somehow controlling his sister, and he had been reduced to a weeping mess.
He must probably be thinking, ’What the heck is happening?’
I could see it in the frantic, disjointed movement of his eyes. To Aries, the world had just inverted. The brother he had treated as a footstool for years was now the only thing standing between him and a shallow grave, and the sister he thought was a rational pillar of the kingdom had turned into a mindless, bloodthirsty guardian for that very same person.
But I assure you, Aries, that none of this is ever going to be understandable to you. Even if you try with all your might. Even if you spent a lifetime studying the mechanics of mana and the bonds of blood, you’d never find the logic in this room.
Because even I myself don’t understand it completely. I don’t understand why Elena’s "sisterly love" has mutated into a possessive hunger that looks more like a curse than a blessing.
So how can someone with the brain of an ant going to figure it out?
Aries let out a wet, pathetic cough. He looked like he wanted to spit more venom, but the sight of Elena’s eyes—still fixed on me with that terrifying, shimmering devotion—kept his mouth shut.
"We’re leaving," I said, my voice cold. I didn’t ask; I commanded.
Elena didn’t blink. She just nodded once, and began to walk out of the room.
I turned my back on Aries, not even giving him the satisfaction of a final look. As we stepped over the smoldering ruins of his door, I heard him make a small, choked sound.
"This... isn’t... over..." he wheezed.
I stopped for a fraction of a second, a dark smirk tugging at my lips.
"You’re right, Aries," I whispered, loud enough for his ringing ears to catch. "It’s just the beginning. Try to enjoy your legs while you still have them."
Because..."
I paused, letting the heavy silence of the corridor sharpen the edge of my words.
"Next time, it won’t be a sibling’s hand trying to guide you toward the right path. It will be mine, guiding you toward the abyss. I won’t be teaching you how to live, Aries... I’ll be teaching you how to die."
"Cherish the breath in your lungs tonight," I added, my voice dropping low, like a threat. "Because the next time you look at me, you’ll realize that death isn’t a tragedy—it’s a mercy I might not be inclined to grant you."