Chapter 144: This Bastard Must Die!

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Yor felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach. If she messed this up, she'd be utterly mortified.

Yuri had arrived, and Yor was trapped in the bathroom with no other option. Taking a deep breath, she called out, "Um... Badr?"

In the living room, both Badr and Yuri heard Yor's voice.

"I'm here. What's wrong?"

"Uh... I forgot to grab a change of clothes before I got in the shower. Could you bring me some...?" Yor's voice was filled with embarrassment. Her face burned crimson.

How could I be so careless?! she screamed internally. Despite her airheaded nature, she wasn't immune to feelings of shame.

A moment of silence hung in the living room.

Badr recalled how he'd rushed Yor into the bathroom earlier.

There hadn't been a moment to spare...

"Sure, just a minute. I'll get them for you." 

He responded naturally, then turned to Yuri with an apologetic smile. "Yor can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes, haha..."

Yuri's face remained impassive, while inside, his mind was a tempest of turmoil:

My sister forgot her clothes and needs her boyfriend to bring them...

My sister forgot her clothes and needs her boyfriend to bring them...

My sister forgot her clothes and needs her boyfriend to bring them...

Aaaaagh! This man! He must die!

His eyes practically bulged with bloodshot fury, but Yuri fought to restrain himself.

He's her boyfriend. This is normal, perfectly normal...

As Badr got up and opened the bedroom door, Yuri couldn't resist glancing inside. He immediately caught sight of the items on the bed.

Yor's undergarments...

Yuri: "..."

Stab! 

It felt like an arrow piercing his heart.

Badr retrieved a clean set of clothes from the closet: a red, form-fitting dress and a pair of black, slim-fitting capri pants.

These must be Yor's casual clothes…

He'd only ever seen her in her black assassin attire before.

Then, Badr opened another closet door and took out a set of clean underwear.

He'd placed them there earlier himself.

There were several bras, various styles and colors, designed for a mature figure. Unsure which pieces matched, he grabbed a set at random.

Yuri watched Badr's practiced movements as he searched for the clothes, another pang of jealousy twisting in his gut.

So practiced. They must have been living together for a while…

Badr arrived at the bathroom door with the clothes and knocked gently.

"Yor, I've got your clothes."

The lock clicked, and the door opened a crack. Yor peeked out, her hair wet, droplets of water clinging to her bare shoulders.

She extended a hand, her arm flushed pink from the hot water.

"Thanks, Badr. I'll be out soon. Keep Yuri company for a bit longer..."

With that, she quickly retracted her hand and shut the door with a soft click, her face burning red.

She was unaware of the conclusions Yuri was drawing.

That's clearly the look of a woman in love. Are they that comfortable with each other…?

Sniff… As long as she's happy…

Badr returned to the living room. Moments later, Yor emerged from the bathroom, dressed.

Perhaps it was the afterglow of her shower, but she looked alluring and captivating. Her long, dark hair, usually tied up, flowed freely around her shoulders and down her back.

There was no denying the mature charm she exuded, a quality neither Rias nor Akeno possessed.

But Badr had no time to admire her. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the droplets of water dripping from Yor's hair onto the floor. They were tinged with pink.

The blood hadn't washed out of her hair!

…

Yor was oblivious to this crucial detail. The blood-tinged water wasn't incredibly noticeable in her dark hair, but against the white tiles of the floor, it stood out starkly.

Badr quickly retrieved a dark red towel from the bathroom.

"Dry your hair. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

He picked up the hairdryer, had Yor sit down, and began drying her hair from behind. 

Simultaneously, he discreetly wiped the blood-tinged droplets from the floor with his foot.

Yor was flustered by his attentiveness and struggled to maintain her composure as he dried her hair.

Sensing her potential discomfort, Badr subtly presented his palm before her eyes. The faint traces of blood were clear to see.

Yor: "!!!"

A wave of gratitude washed over her. He'd saved her again! If he hadn't been so quick-witted, she would have been exposed!

Yor shuddered at the thought. Badr, with a gentle expression, finished drying her hair, discreetly evaporating the remaining bloodstains on his hand with a touch of magic.

Thankfully, Yuri hadn't noticed anything amiss.

After her hair was dry, Yor left it down instead of tying it up as usual.

She looked particularly stunning with her hair unbound, the full beauty of a mature woman on display.

Yuri stared, mesmerized.

Ah, my sister is so beautiful today!

He seethed inwardly, his resentment towards Badr, who had just intimately touched his sister's hair, intensifying.

I want to break his hands, make him beg for mercy with my interrogation techniques!

"Sister, having a secret boyfriend for so long... it's quite a surprise. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Yuri feigned a tone of hurt reproach.

"Uh... I forgot," Yor replied with a perfectly straight face.

Yuri: "Huh?"

Badr's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of answer was that?

Yuri was flabbergasted. "But... I asked you before if you had a boyfriend..."

"Because I forgot that I forgot to tell you I had a boyfriend..."

Badr: "..."

He felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.

Seriously? Is this some kind of nested doll of forgetting?

Can she answer everything with 'I forgot'?

This airheadedness is terrifying!

He glanced at Yuri, already formulating a way to salvage the situation, only to find Yuri looking utterly convinced.

"Oh, I see. If that's what you say, Sister, then there's no problem..."

Huh?

Badr was utterly bewildered.

Seriously? He believes that?

Where's his brain?

Even without using his brain, his little toe should be telling him something was wrong!

Does he completely switch off his brain around Yor?

This isn't just sister complex anymore, it's pathological!

Badr suddenly realized that these two siblings were a truly remarkable pair. Utterly absurd.

Like sister, like brother!

Sigh...

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Somehow, he'd managed to navigate another close call. Even Badr was surprised by his luck.

"By the way, I brought some red wine. Please accept it."

Yuri presented his carefully chosen prop.

I'll get him drunk and make him confess everything! He thought triumphantly.

Badr accepted the wine graciously, expressing his thanks.

"How thoughtful of you. Let's all enjoy it tonight."

He retrieved wine glasses and opened the bottle.

As the wine breathed, Yuri casually inquired, "I heard you work for the State Security Service, Badr. Which department?"

"Be polite, Yuri. He's your brother-in-law..." Yor interjected.

"Your not married yet!!" Yuri snapped, his fangs metaphorically bared.

"..."

Badr smiled. "I just have a simple desk job in the Audit Department."

Yuri nodded, his expression unreadable.

"That department, huh? I heard they recently caught someone leaking information. He was later found dead in his own home under mysterious circumstances..."

"Really? Glad to hear that traitor got what he deserved," Badr replied casually.

Yuri's eyes glinted, a smirk playing on his lips.

Just as I suspected. Caught him in a lie.

There had indeed been a traitor recently, but not in the Audit Department. This guy seemed completely clueless about what was happening within the agency!

"Indeed. Whether traitor or criminal, anyone who threatens the nation my sister loves won't be allowed to live!" Yuri declared, his gaze fixed on Badr.

Badr maintained his composure, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

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