The Night of the Monsters - Chapter 26

The first thing that caught her attention was a massive castle—one she had never actually seen before in person. Surrounding it were tall buildings with roofs in various vibrant colors, packed closely together. The streets were bustling with so many people that just looking at them made her dizzy.

Yet, despite the commotion outside, she couldn’t hear a single sound.

Curious, she cracked the window open slightly, and immediately, a wave of noise flooded in.

‘It’s enchanted…’

Not only did the spell block out sound, but it also prevented people outside from seeing in.

The place where she was staying was one of the oldest and most prestigious inns in the capital. First-time visitors often found the magic used there to be extravagantly luxurious, but to Giselle, it wasn’t particularly impressive. Instead, what truly overwhelmed her was the sight of people moving about so energetically.

As she clutched the window frame and stood there watching the scene for a long time, the door behind her opened.

“Giselle? When did you wake up?”

“Oh, just a moment ago…”

“You slept forever. I was waiting the whole time.”

Hugo grumbled as he entered, pulling her into an embrace and rubbing his face against the nape of her neck. Reflexively, she patted his back while awkwardly asking,

“Did I really sleep that long?”

“To be exact… about 32 hours. I guess my brother must have really exhausted you.”

Not just a few hours, but an entire day had passed.

It had been a long time since she had slept so deeply, without even dreaming. Just days ago, she had been emotionally unstable, making it difficult to get any proper rest.

Giselle was more influenced by Hugo and Ian’s actions than she realized. Her depression and anxiety had worsened when she discovered they had deceived her, to the point where she had found even looking outside unbearable.

And yet, despite that, here she was, feeling happy over mere words and empty promises.

It only reinforced her belief—she couldn’t help but love them.

The very thought of showing such vulnerability to anyone else made her insides twist with rage.

Her cheeks tinged with pink, she quickly changed the subject, trying to mask her embarrassment.

“I saw a castle outside. Does that mean…?”

“Yes, we’re in the capital.”

“Was it really okay for us to come here?”

Giselle looked between Hugo and Ian, asking again with clear concern. It was a situation that naturally worried her, but to the two of them, it wasn’t even worth considering. Of course, there was still no need to tell her everything, so Ian simply smiled and nodded.

“We should tell you, too, Giselle. Apparently, the reason they were searching for me and my brother was because our father and mother were very sick. They wanted to see us at least once before they died.”

“They were… sick?”

“At first, it was laughable—throwing us away like insects, only to seek us out now. But I figured they must have been desperate, so while you were sleeping, we went to see them.”

“…….”

“But as expected, a father and mother I barely saw a few times in my life don’t matter to me. I like you much more, Giselle. Don’t you think so, Hugo?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to go at all, but Ian dragged me there.”

Even though the story wasn’t particularly cheerful, Ian smiled brightly and hugged Giselle. Trapped between the two brothers, she hesitated, her expression complex, but she didn’t push them away.

Of course, the king and queen they had met were very much alive—or at least, they had been.

There was no way the king didn’t know that Hugo was the one who had beheaded Oswald. Since that day, he had practically lost his mind, locking himself in his chambers and refusing to come out.

When the brothers appeared before him, he swung his sword wildly like a madman, then, before they could even make a move, he stabbed himself in the heart.

Seeing such a thing didn’t stir any emotions in them. But the words he uttered as he clutched the crown were truly pathetic.

“I didn’t let my kingdom fall. I protected it. I… I did….”

The queen had fared no better—perhaps worse.

When she gave birth to Hugo and Ian, she had suffered severe postpartum depression, believing she had birthed monsters. Only after having Leslie did she finally recover. But when she, too, fell ill and learned the twins were alive, she succumbed to madness.

With Oswald’s death, she spiraled into a complete breakdown, clawing at her own face in hysteria. Not long ago, she had been sent away to a monastery, practically exiled.

Neither Hugo nor Ian had any interest in meeting her. Considering what was about to unfold in the capital, spending her remaining days in isolation was probably the happiest ending she could get.

Unexpectedly, however, Hugo had not been declared a fugitive. In fact, only a select few even knew that Oswald was dead.

It made sense.

The real power behind the kingdom had been the aging priest, not the royal family. With the king and queen mentally unstable and the sole heir, Leslie, bedridden with an unknown illness, revealing Oswald’s death would have thrown the country into immediate chaos.

Ian briefly wondered—was this the disaster Oswald had foreseen?

The brothers took control of the palace with astonishing ease.

The knights who had sworn loyalty to the royal family were already terrified of Hugo and didn’t dare resist. The nobles and those who had followed Oswald were dealt with by Ian.

The truth was simple.

Oswald had been the one who ordered Hugo to kill the king and queen. In exchange, he had promised to deliver another prophecy.

The prophecy had always been a lie.

Even Leslie’s illness had been caused by Oswald’s own poison. But that twisted half-truth, woven with Ian’s magic, was so perfectly constructed that no one could doubt it.

And that was how Hugo and Ian saw their younger brother for the first time.

Oswald’s prophecy about Leslie needing Giselle had been the only real one.

Because Leslie was empty.

If a soul truly existed within humans, then his had vanished. No matter what they did to him, he showed no reaction whatsoever.

So Ian turned Leslie into a familiar.

Like the venomous insects he had once released into the garden.

If Ian had not been a witch’s apprentice, he too would have failed to awaken Leslie.

But the boy opened his eyes—and obeyed only Ian’s commands.

As long as Ian lived, as long as he continued to supply magic, Leslie would grow and develop like any ordinary person.

Even though what resided inside him was no longer Leslie.

Everything had gone smoothly, as if sailing with a perfect wind.

Now, the only task remaining was to quickly complete their experiments, seize true magical power, and live a long life together with Giselle.

Once abandoned by God, left to wait for death, the brothers had, in the end, taken everything.

“Giselle, is there anything you want to do?”

“Something I want to do?”

“Yes. Just say the word—anything you want to have, eat, experience. Anything at all.”

“Hmm, nothing really comes to mind… Just watching all these people is fun enough for me.”

Her lively expression was genuine—she wasn’t lying.

In truth, Giselle had never experienced enough to develop strong desires.

Hugo, still holding her slender neck in his arms, asked again.

“Nothing at all?”

“Uh, well….”

Pausing to think, Giselle suddenly remembered how the brothers had deceived her.

Strictly speaking, they had never outright lied, but she no longer wanted to let negative emotions shake her.

Worried that her words might wound them again, she carefully chose her phrasing before speaking hesitantly.

“I… I just don’t want you to keep secrets from me anymore.”

“Secrets, huh.”

“Oh! I don’t mean you have to tell me everything! Just… if it’s something that concerns me, I’d like to know about it….”

As they watched her hesitate, both brothers had the same thought.

Their every action revolved around Giselle.

Every single one.

If they were to tell her everything that involved her, she might turn as pale as a corpse and run away in terror.

Or worse—if she didn’t run, she would destroy herself with guilt.

Many people had died because she had saved them.

And now, they would sacrifice even more lives to secure a way to stay with her.

If she tried to escape, they would search the ends of the earth to bring her back—that much was certain.

But if, even for a second, she succumbed to guilt and decided to end her own life…

A brief silence followed.

Then Hugo was the first to speak.

“Well, we don’t have to tell you every little thing, right? Like whether your pussy clenches tighter than it did yesterday.”

“…….”

“There are two places to put it, but when your mouth, pussy, and asshole are all throbbing, you ask where to put it. And… … .”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me. That’s okay… … !”

Giselle hastily cut Hugo off.

He only chuckled boyishly, shrugging his shoulders.

He had been about to say something—she was the one who chose not to listen. So technically, it wasn’t lying.

Ian, taking advantage of the moment, simply smiled as well.

She would never, ever be able to leave them.

And once she realized that Hugo and Ian would live as long as she did, that truth would bind her even more.

Because no one understood loneliness and solitude better than Giselle.

Waving her hands to cool her flushed face, Giselle let out an awkward laugh.

That smile—completely, utterly devoid of suspicion.

“Just a little more.”

“N-No more… it won’t fit….”

“It’s fine. You’ve already swallowed half.”

“Haa….”

Flushed with heat, Giselle bit her lip hard and slowly, very slowly, lowered her hips. Hugo resisted the urge to plunge his cock into her at once and instead, he pressed soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her neck and down her back, his touch both grounding and coaxing.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured against her skin.

“It tickles,” she admitted, shivering at the sensation.

“I told you to just lie down and relax,” he teased, his voice low with amusement.

“But…”

“If we keep going at this pace,” Ian interjected with a quiet chuckle, “we won’t even get to the real part before sunrise, Giselle.”

Hugo and Ian grumbled alternately, and she chewed her lips, exhaled deeply, and moved her body. The two genitals that were halfway inside her vagina pushed deeper, spreading her soaking-wet inner walls.

“Ah… … .”

Giselle was in better spirits than ever, perhaps because she was in search of a pleasure she could afford. But it had been twenty minutes since she’d offered to put herself in, and she’d been wiggling her tiny hips like she was dipping her feet in a stream, and the impatient Hugo was feeling tortured.

Normally, Giselle’s temper would have been such that she would have given in to her desires no matter what he said, but lately she had been in such a good mood that she had been accommodating to whatever the brothers asked of her. She was still reluctant to go outside, but neither Hugo nor Ian had any inclination to show her in front of others, which was a welcome development.

She became quite adept at sucking cock in her tiny mouth, and at inserting the length between her voluptuous breasts and licking and caressing the tip. She sobbed happily when he stuck his fingers in her twitching arsehole and didn’t mind falling asleep with a cock in her after sex. They all knew that wasn’t going to happen, but he could tell she was getting aroused because her pussy tightened up even more when he brought up the subject of pregnancy.