A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 67

The scent emanating from Anthony. No—more accurately, a foul stench.

Ever since the Curse of Lust had been lifted, it had become exceedingly rare for human desire to manifest as a discernible smell.

Yet, there were still those who stirred his sense of smell as vividly as they had during the curse’s grip—none other than Crown Prince Nigel, his father Grand Duke Oscillote, and Anthony himself.

Until now, he had tried to dismiss it as a lingering aftereffect of the curse, nothing more.

But was it truly mere coincidence that this stench arose only from those tied to him by blood—specifically, those connected to Lion?

Moreover, Anthony today radiated an unusually intense, almost nauseating blood-scent—nearly on par with Nigel’s.

Lion felt a razor-sharp tension, as acute as the nights before a decisive battle in wartime. A primal unease prickled deep within his nerves.

He couldn’t understand at all why this sensation activated specifically toward his own younger brother, who stood before Kasha.

Had it not involved Kasha, Lion might have deliberately ignored that instinct. After all, Anthony was his own flesh and blood—his younger brother, the very extension of himself, whom he had guarded more dearly than his own life.

Yet now, that very Anthony was flashing an irritatingly bright smile toward Kasha.

“Brother, you look incredibly happy. It’s truly wonderful to see.”

“…Yes.”

Lion noticed the tension stiffening Kasha’s back as she spoke with Anthony. Her white hands resting on her knees were clenched unnaturally tight.

At that sight, he suddenly recalled a warning Anthony had once given him:

“Brother. You’ll surely regret it—don’t trust that woman.”

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