History of the Black Magician /-21/
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Why was he proving to be so hostile to this family?
But...
He didn't know what to do as he saw Huajin indifferently move to the door and knock again.
This boy is the dictator of the future.
The reasons don't matter, it's the results that matter.
If he doesn't die, thousands of innocent people will die.
If he doesn't die, hundreds of innocent children will die.
Despite knocking on the door, no one came for a while. As a result of his insistent knocking, the door was opened in anger.
It's the same woman again.
"What do you want ?" He growled harshly.
The boy opened his mouth and pointed with his index finger.
"Food ?" He laughed as if he had heard the biggest mockery of his life. "No need." He shook his head and turned away. He stopped while walking.
His arm was caught.
He looked at the bony hands holding his arm. He slapped his hand in disgust. "How can a bastard like you touch me?" His voice was cruel. The woman, whose eyes were full of anger, grabbed her hair and pulled her face towards herself. Seeing her eyes tearing from the pain, the woman smiled with a touch of indescribable pleasure on her face.
"You're beautiful, you're so beautiful..."
"I want to ruin this face"
The first thing that came to Afeng's mind was this.
She hates people who say she's beautiful.
At first, he thought he was looking for an excuse for the persecution, but after that scene he couldn't say anything.
The veins on his jaw showed as he gritted his teeth.
He couldn't take it any longer, and he was aware that regardless of who he was, he was a child.
The maid pulled her hair sharply and raised her head with all her might. Unable to contain his greed, he then buried his head in the ground.
With the veins already appearing from her forehead, Afeng grabbed her wrist and pulled.
"Who!" ' he said, frightened.
He suddenly fell to the ground with a punch to the face, the woman holding his face raised his head in fear.
"Get out!"
He was afraid of killing this woman if he stayed any longer.
The woman, who got up on her shaky feet and swept away, clutching her bleeding nose, closed the door and left, locking it.
Afeng had 3 lines.
-Women
-Children
And they are innocent.
Not raising a hand on any of them until now, he did not compromise his kindness.
But the scene he saw was enough to drive him crazy.
She moved towards the child on the floor, she continued to lie still.
His eyes showed concern.
He is not the cruel emperor Huajin.
He is a tortured injured child.
Her slender body bent down and took him in her arms. The blood flowing from his face turned into black smoke and flew.
"Bad"
He was already a black magician.
Was it on an irreversible path?
He extended his hand, activating the healing magic. Although the body had healed, consciousness was still closed.
He silently held the unconscious child in his arms.
His thumb rubbed his index finger.
What to do ?
He was in a dilemma and didn't really know what to do right now.
If he wanted to kill, there was nothing easier than that right now.
The future mighty mage was in his arms with a slender body.
It is so light that it did not even reach the weight that a girl should be, let alone a boy at this age.
He is so weak and fragile that a small touch of power could destroy him forever.
His breathing is weak and shaky, like a candle that will go out at any moment.
Still, what would have been a massive fire withstood the harsh typhoons.
Silver eyes gleamed.
The sharpness in his eyes faded as a slender bony hand grabbed his arm and trembled.
He can't.
***
He stared at the boy lying on the bed for a long time in silence.
Right now outside the door, although the hosts violently knocked and kicked the door of the room, not a single sound could be heard as the barrier was active.
In this quiet environment, besides the shallow breathing, there was a man listening to the sound of his breathing.
Long legs turned towards the boy and advanced.
He rubbed his forehead with his index finger.
His forehead was crushed and left a scar.
Fingers went from forehead to nose.
The bridge of the nose was broken, it bled a lot.
Losing a lot of blood is not good for a child.
Eyes still tightly closed and in a deep sleep.
He had to be aware of everything to decide what to do.
So he closed his eyes, put his hand on his forehead and muttered a spell.
If he saw his memories, it wouldn't be hard to see what would happen to this boy.
***
"What should we do ?"
With the communication stone, Furue called the old man with some frenzy and anxiety.
"Don't worry, let the man stay in the room as long as he wants. Even if he reads his memory, he can't learn anything. Even if he talks to the kid...
I am meticulous in my job."
"But what if his magic is stronger than you?"
The woman expressed her concern.
"Haha, this has nothing to do with power. No matter how strong someone is, they can't get things that don't exist"
The man spoke in a confident tone.
"But but..."
As a result of the woman's insistence, he could not stand it and explained. It was imperative to keep the heart of the customer at ease. Otherwise, this can lead to distrust and put a stone on his job.
"Ma'am, every time I was with her, I included her surroundings in my magic. I used a heavy spell to control everything, including her memories. In short, those memories are not in her mind. Even the girl thinks she's a boy, there's no way anyone else can find out."
The woman then relaxed and cut off communication.
Although the woman did not know what was going on inside, her intuition was correct. The boy's memories are now overturned by the man.
Memories containing the girl's identity in that forbidden and destroyed technical second were forever erased and never resurfaced.
And 3 people who knew the real gender would never open their tight mouths.
Otherwise, entering the palace as a prince would have been a complete failure.
***
Haah-
This time he really collapsed on the bed.
Not sitting, serious crashing.
To think that the bully of the future will have this childhood?
He looked at the boy, his heart melting involuntarily as he saw the face still sleeping peacefully.
True, children were his weakness.
But the situation is dire.
His mental health is in disarray, although he has yet to commit any murder or attempt to harm anyone.
Moreover...
His eyes shone sharply again.
That maid group is really extreme.
Food was never given, medicine was mixed in the water given.
Medicine...
It was the last step to push the already confused mind into chaos. The last straw.
Thus, he became a calm and intelligent looking adult, but still a small person of mental age.
A demon living on instinct...
In 2 years, everyone did whatever it took to drag him to hell.
Everyone in this mansion has created a demon that will bring down the empire in the future.
As a child, he had no guilt.
Even in death, his eyes were filled with hatred, not sadness, his only crime was those who could not accompany him.
If the time of his rebirth had come...
Everything could go well.
But it's too late.
It was difficult to convince a person standing on the edge of the cliff ready to jump.
He was cut into pieces, each standing there with deep cut wounds in his soul.
She didn't cry, never. Because he didn't know how to cry. What he was taught was to dig up the cut scratch.
The mood is mixed.
It's different than it was two years ago.
She was determined to get rid of the person who opened the gates of the future hell.
For innocent people and souls.
To stop the destruction.
But what about his life? his spirit?
Right now, he may hesitate to fight her even if he stands in front of her like on the battlefield. Especially now that he was a child.
He kneaded his forehead in anger.
As the moment of death came to life in his mind, he was shaken, a detail caught his attention.
-The devil is in the details.
Eyes that were supposed to be purple turned black. He just stood there with bloodshot eyes and expressionless facial expressions. The eyes were unfocused, the movements mechanical and regular.
Like a puppet.
This scene was his last memory before he died.
When the blackness in the eyes finally disappeared, the hatred on the face lessened, oozing with a feeling of exhaustion and exhaustion.
It was the first time he ever had a facial expression, it wasn't hatred on the face that relaxed as the darkened eyes faded, it was an expression of exhaustion.
He straightened up.
Things may not be that simple.
But there was one thing he knew, this person was chosen as the scapegoat.
He was also a victim.
It was just used and was nothing more than a puppet that could be disposed of at any moment when it was finished.
"Damn..."
Now he's grateful for observing instead of attacking directly.
Well, the reasons are resolved. With the current situation, he really couldn't kill her.
He rubbed his forehead wearily, thinking about the future. He seemed to feel the weight of the heavy responsibility on him.
She can't just leave him alone.
If he was the reason in the middle of all the work, he wouldn't let her out of sight.
He will follow her and try to help. If it doesn't work...
She had no choice but to get rid of him.
Because thousands of souls weighed heavily on a single soul.
The best option is to get rid of both, no choice.
He was hoping.
-To be continued-