Chapter 172 - The Ark Of Doomsday Heist (1/2)

”That's the job of the eldest sibling, to protect the ones that come after,” replied Ciel.

”All the more you should survive! Cordelia only has you!”

”No, she doesn't have only me. She's got you now. So, if I can't go on, you can fill in the position.”

”But I don't deserve that title. You are her brother, I'm a nobody.”

”You daft boy. The moment she gripped your hand those weeks ago, you became part of her life.”

Yan's heart broke when he heard those words. He was trying to survive only for himself. And yet, this boy could throw away his life, just for the chance of his sister to get better. Even if his sacrifice was in vain, he was still happy that he tried saving his sister.

On the usual topic of food, they saved the better-looking ones in their trenches. The twins, during the day, got their chance to steal bit by bit from the stores. They also went undercover to see the latest news about the raids.

But during the night, only Yan snuck out, while the two are sleeping. He failed to let them know because it might not work in the future. After all, those were only rumors. At the very least, they could learn how to make bread.

Whenever he reached the town, he would only take one thing; the smallest sack of flour he could ever find. With no one around, he would take his time in hauling the mass towards the trenches. Carefully stacking them up. He has about quite a few stockpiled.

With the entire week under their belts, the trio pulled off the Doomsday heist. And it has brought them to where they are now.

”Stay in the trenches,” instructed Yan, trying to push the twins into the holes.

”But!” protested Cordelia as she stood behind Ciel.

”Do as I say!”

Yan nodded firmly at Ciel.

”Don't mess this up,” murmured the twin.

Ciel dragged his twin into the deepest trench. With no knowledge or idea of what he was about to do, Cordelia hugged her twin tightly.

”Are you sure it'll be okay?” asked Cordelia, whispering.

”Remember that mill explosion, a couple of years back?” asked Ciel, looking at the sacks of flour behind them.