Meeting the other siblings. Cruel brats!

Chapter 13

He made a trip to the central area of the clan once again, he was no longer restricted to his courtyard anymore and was allowed to move around.

But when he entered the central area, he felt a chill on his back, it was as if he was being observed by countless eyes.

He discreetly tried to look around and found that people were minding their own business, not exactly paying him attention.

'No they are definitely observing me through some means or it could be the hidden guards in the area watching me… earlier, when I visited the central area, I did not feel anything but now after awakening the special eyes, I can feel them.'

He instinctively felt the urge to use his special eyes to counter but refrained, he dared not to show anything lest he was taken directly to his mother.

He made up his mind and ignored the hidden gazes and moved along the street towards the courtyard of his sister, Nadia.

It was still some distance away, it should take him around 20 minutes to reach by walking.

He exhaled slightly, his entire body was tense from the feeling of someone constantly watching his every step, he could not help but lose focus again and again.

It was very irritating, he wished that they could leave him alone.

'It is as if I am some sort of enemy of theirs that they must keep watch on…'

Oliver annoyedly thought as he kept moving forward, he was already in the central area of the town, and all around of him were tall houses with entrances to the courtyards of important people of the clan.

As he walked deeper, the amount of people became less and less, signifying the importance level.

"And that's how I defeated them, brother…."

Suddenly, Oliver's ears picked some noises from ahead as he raised his head, and narrowed his eyes.

There was a group of people walking his way, they all seemed to be older than him, all of them were wearing traditional Yukatas, from just one glance at their clothes, anyone could tell they were lavish.

They were much better than Oliver's plain cloth.

'No way, why do I keep encountering troubles…'

Oliver's mouth twitched.

He quickly recognized them to be his older siblings, they were his two older brothers, the 2nd and 3rd oldest sons along with the 3rd oldest daughter of the family.

They seemed to be walking out to somewhere and he just happened to bump into them.

Although there was not much info about these side-characters, but from the nature of the clan and their upbringing, he was sure that they all must be trash among trashes.

'Pretend I didn't see them…'

Oliver tried to lower his presence, as much as he could try to do so, he hoped that they will just ignore him as a passerby and he could reach his destination.

Last time, he did not encounter any troubles at all but this time, he was met with all annoying things, from hidden guards to these siblings of his.

"Hey, who are you?"

A voice sounded from behind Oliver making him feel goosebumps all over his skin. He immediately turned around to see the 3rd oldest brother of his looking down at him.

Just one moment ago, they were in front of him and now they were behind him.

This level of speed was terrifying!

"This area and beyond is only accessible to direct family members of Mystic Purge Clan, don't you know?" The older boy commented in a plain tone.

'There was something like this as well!?' Oliver exclaimed. Sure enough, this seemed possible in such a huge clan.

"Hmm? Shane, look at his hair, why does he have the same hair color as mother?"

The third miss of the clan also came near and observed his features as she asked her twin brother, the one who had approached Oliver the first.

Usually, white haired people were only the direct family members of the clan, it was not that they all hair white hair.

But since Ophelia had white hair and majority of children inherited her hair so they were known by their hair color throughout the clan.

"Now that you mention it… he does share the same hair color, but I can't recognize him though?"

The oldest of the three also came forward and now Oliver was surrounded by them.

All 3 of them gave a strong pressure, it was as if he was surrounded by 3 ferocious beasts in the jungle.

"I will ask again, who are you?"

'What do I say…? It's better to be truthful here, it's not like I did something offensive that they will hurt me, right?'

With that thought in his mind, he calmly replied.

"I am Oliver, Oliver Mystic, the fourth son…"

Before he could continue, a powerful slap connected to his right cheek, the force sent him throwing backwards.

"Cough-!" Oliver coughed out blood, the inner skin of his cheek was peeled by the force as blood filled his mouth.

"How dare you say yourself to be a Mystic with that miniscule amount of strength, are you looking to die?"

The third miss was the one who had sent him throwing.

She coldly looked down at him. For some reason, looking at his face reminded her of someone strong so she could not help but be pissed and attack him.

She did not believe that he was their sibling at all, every single member bearing the blood of the Mystic clan's direct lineage was a living legend and so were their descendants.

A weakling had no place in their family and Oliver was the exact definition of weak.

She could sense that he barely had any espera inside him, it could not be possible that he had so much espera in his body that she could not sense.

After all, there were only two cases where either the person's espera level was too high or too low that one cannot sense it.

From the looks, Oliver was younger than them and therefore it was impossible for him to surpass them in espera quantity unless he was some exception genius which he clearly wasn't or else they would have known of such a sibling.

Impersonation of the direct family members of the Mystic Clan was a serious crime and demanded on spot execution.

"Get up and explain yourself."

A condescending voice echoes above Oliver as he slowly looked at them.