Worthless

Lawrence... he was on the floor, bleeding. Someone was beside Lawrence, and his hand glowed with a bright white light. It was refreshing, but Estella, who hurriedly rushed towards Lawrence, while crying didn't even notice this man. She started chanting random words, she held her hand on Lawrence's injury and focused all her strength on it.

The guy held Estella's arm, shaking his head. He spoke, "That isn't gonna help."

Estella shakes her head in disagreement, "No! It has to! I can't accept it!" she argued. Filled with determination, Estella started chanting much weirder words. Her eyes glowed like water as her body's arcane became visible. As if it was rage, her body floated, and water circled around her.

"Stop! That's risking your own life!" the man shouted.

Lewis, along with other chivalry knights, arrived shocked at the scene. "Luca!" Lewis called out to the young man who had the bright light on his hand. "What happened! Why is Lawrence in this situation?!"

"I'm sorry. I was too late when the person slashed him. This was an assassination..." he answered.

"Knights! Call reinforcements! Surround the whole Mt. Apple! Capture the assassin at all cost!" Lewis commanded. All the chivalry knights hesitated and felt the guilt. Their eyes glimmered with rage, walking out of the mansion, filled with anger.

Each one of them were alert and were already showing their inheritance; droplet, earth, ignition, wind, and many more. The news spread like wildfire. A few hours, the whole capital knew of it. Unable to find the assassin, they came back empty-handed.

Estella, who was chanting non-stop for hours, had finished her spell. The waters enveloped Lawrence's body. Healing the lethal injury on his stomach. The hole and the non-stop bleeding had finally disappeared. Leaving only one person injured... that is, Estella. By infusing a large quantity of arcanery[CHARM] plus an atavistic spell into Lawrence, she wounded herself an amount of damage. She now had to pay the consequences of releasing a forbidden chant in the Aether System.

Using holy charm and in addition to an antediluvian droplet. The ancient healing spell had caused a miracle to heal one's forsaken wound. Lawrence's breathing stabilized along his arcane aura circulation had now relaxed. His internal organ systems had worked at their best, after being cleansed- that is. Left unscathed but severely injuring the chanter, Lawrence awakes.

His unfocused gazed and abnormal instincts made him wary of his surrounding. Holding his head and trying to remember the last moments before he had collapsed. Unnoticed, Estella fell on the mysterious man - who appeared before Lawrence - on his arms. Sweat covered her whole body, and exhaustion was felt all-over her existence.

Her last words after seeing his beloved Lawrence were, "I'm glad I could be there in time."

"MOMMA!" Lawrence screamed in agony. Broken face and that of his tears that fell as if it was a waterfall. There was no point trying to cheer the young man who had lost his beloved. Each one of them gave way before Lawrence and had let him cry to his fullest.

Filled with unbearable pain, Lawrence weakens. Making himself defenseless. Unbothered of his existence and his mind filled with remorse. A day had passed, Estella on her bed, lying in a coma. Marquess Pierce Grant had provided her the best doctors in the city. Meanwhile, Lawrence sat beside her with a blank expression and a mind filled with regrets.

Little did he know, his life from that point on would turn into chaos. While he grieves for countless days, moss and vines grew taller and thicker around the St. Apple Mansion. Other than Estella, no other managers, gardeners, financers, and maids could maintain the beauty of the mansion. Now, two whole months had passed, Lawrence's habit of sleeping and eating beside Estella had gone worst. The Marquess could not ease the grief of Lawrence.

But as a father, he had felt the duty of taking care of his so-called "beloved" son. Sending him back to his mansion with the twelve maid escorts, Lillian, and the chivalry knights. Lawrence refused this order and stayed for another week beside the ill Estella. No doctors in the whole continent had the power to fix Estella, nor did the Marquess tried to find a way just to save the Arch Countess.

Day 69

69 days had passed. Lawrence placed his head on the bed while staring at Estella with remorse. The temptation of him joining his caretaker - who acted as a mother - in a coma. His mind filled with negativity and grief, he dares not to leave Estella. Crying countless days, soon losing the will to even drop a tear.

His dull eyes told stories of his hardship, his body was slimmer than an ordinary boy. Malnourished and grieving, unbothered by the gossips and whispers that surround him. But a sudden pull from reality had finally appeared. The door opened, there appeared the Marquess.

Lawrence didn't bother to greet the Marquess, continuing to stare at Estella. "Xavier." filled with authority, his father- Marquess, called.

Forced to abide by the laws and etiquette, Lawrence shoved himself off the bed and turned himself towards his father. "Marquess Pierce Grant. How may I help you." his sarcastic voice crawled into the body of the Marquess. Bringing back his cold, animous, murderous aura when he was Gray.

The knights behind his father drew their swords towards him, his father commanding them back to lower their weapons. "Have I not ordered you to go back to your home?" the deep voice shoved into Lawrence's body.

Unbothered by this sensation, Lawrence began to speak, "Marquess Pierce Grant. I, Elijah Lawrence Xavier Kingsley Royale Sage, humbly request another month to stay with the one who had taken care of me for years. Would there be a reason to decline such an offer, my lord?"

"I refuse. I command you to leave this place within the remaining time of this day," he answered bluntly.

"Marquess Pierce Grant. I will go back to the mansion for a week. But, after, I will go and stay here until Madame Estella returns." Lawrence said, determined.

"Understood. But, I will not let you have a week's rest from this place. Two years after that, you may stay here for as long as you would wish."

Shock by the Marquess's demand, Lawrence's eyes widen and his face scornful. "What are you trying to imply, Marquess Pierce Grant?"

"I'll have to be blunt. Estella Crystal St. Claire will not be returning after four whole years. This is a curse that had been set by herself, the consequence of saving someone as young as you. He left a note carved on the ground back at the Apple Mansion with magic. Her wish is for you to educate yourself and live like a normal boy. That is Estella- no. Your mother's wish."

Lawrence's tears fell. His exhaustion from these past months had finally been apparent to him. His body was as frail as a stick, and his health was below average. Left with no other choices, he gave a deep sigh and answered the Marquess, "Marquess Pierce Grant. I accept this. I shall start packing my things. I will leave my mother's health into your hands."