Lack Of Emotions, Siblings

Meanwhile, Fabian was distraught that, once again, his plan of trying to break us had failed. I don't know why this person is so hell-bent on forcing us to murder our loved ones. Sure, most likely, it fits his fighting style with his intrusive Skill but can't he use something else instead?

Like maybe... Actually, fighting us in a fair fight? Then again... He might not be too bright or strong for that idea to come true.

"You are only a child! How could you have the resolve to kill your own sister? Don't you love her?" questioned Fabian as he shakily held the blade against Duncan.

"I love her enough to know she wasn't standing before me. As the Ankou said, you haven't done your work on us yet. Sometimes, the most defining trait about me can be a curse, but in this case, it's a blessing. I'll let you in on something you should have known from the beginning..."

"I can't feel any remorse or sympathy for others. Even if you were to put me against the real Midori, I would have beaten her to a pulp for the sake of winning. Even if you were to kill someone in front of me, I can't cry, nor do I have the lick of care. Emotions will never work on me because..."

"If you've seen what I had gone through most of my life, you'll find that having feelings is a luxury to me. I don't need it to survive or want them in battles like these. You are too emotional, and it will be your downfall," explained Duncan, shaking his scythe.

"Hah! That's what you think... There's no way you can win against me with your overgrown blade! I was also a combatant!" yelled Fabian, facing my family's blade at Duncan.

"Or really? Well, I would have never guessed that you could fight... Because of how weak your puppets were! Even the Familiars of our forest were stronger than those rejects you conjured up for the past Chime! So you should be ashamed for calling yourself a Mage at all!"

"Mages aren't supposed to be pathetic as you! If I had mind control powers, I would force you to kill yourself because of how useless you are! And just so you know..."

Duncan lowered his body slightly before disappearing and arriving mere inches away from Fabian's face. Even I couldn't see the boy's movements and needed Vania's help to slow everything down.

"I was the only one who could defeat the Time Mage and his pet Kitsune at full power using my physical combat... The rest of my class stood no chance, and I'd crossed blades with my sister so many times that it had become boring. So don't think you stand a chance against me."

"Baron Fabian Brookes of the Prisoners' Den."

As Duncan delivered that last sentence, the boy curled his hand and punched Fabian in the stomach, causing the man to fly backward. Fabian collided with a broken wall while Duncan decided one punch wasn't enough and turned the enemy into a punching bag.

"Notice. This is Duncan's physical stats, as you requested. His base is quite weak compared to most Mages of his age, but because he was using the Blood Mastery Skill to enhance his physical attributes, Duncan's physical strength is that of a second-rate Mage."

Ah! No wonder... I was confused about how Duncan could be this powerful in strength when he looks like his bones are about to snap with one wrong crack. While the Dementor Pillar was busy giving Fabian a new makeover, I thought about what he had said about fighting his twin.

Given the circumstances, I guess it can't be helped, but it was still somewhat harsh to make that statement... I mean, sibling fights are regular since we are different and do things differently. Take, for instance, my younger brother and me.

We are nearly 11 years apart and still can fight each other, be it me screaming at him for making a mess at the dinner table or my brother refusing to leave me alone when I was studying for the final exams. Kinda hard to do things when you've got a clinging baby.

However, I think the most absurd fight I had with the baby was when he refused to get out of the backpack I needed for camp. Somehow, my father told my brother I would be going away and that I was taking a giant bag with me.

With the poor kid not understanding the concept of camps, he crawled into the bag, thinking it was a good way of going with me. Unfortunately, the child was small, so I nearly brought him along before seeing that he wasn't anywhere in the house. So I was late by an hour.