Although the long white hair looked like silk, its sharp shine resembled a sword that could cut it at any moment.
"What happened?" The maid who entered did not even look. Even though her tone was hoarse, hearing her displeasure, the maid waited desperately to leave as soon as possible.
The maid lifted her eyes and looked at the boy on the bed. He was looking out the open window.
A tiny sparrow landed on her hand and rubbed her fingers lovingly.
Even so, the ice in those blue eyes did not thaw even a bit.
The maid hesitated.
He is a child who has just woken up, he must be oblivious to the world and easy to be fooled.
Young children felt compassion for those who showed love to them, even a man of his age.
However, the boy in front of him was looking so much that that little bit of life was not in his eyes.
"What?" He looked like he was using the last bit of patience when he turned his head. The maid lowered her head, startled.
"My master asked me to take care of you."
Yun finally turned her gaze toward him.
He came closer, step by step until the maid felt her heart leap out of her throat.
Bony hands pushed her hair behind her ears.
His hands and his touch are cold but unexpectedly...
It was as if he had seen the spring breeze in the servant boy's eyes.
-Tuk- -Tuk-
His heartbeat.
Cold hands still on her face, she gently rubbed her cheeks.
It's cold but...
It seemed to give off an unexpected warmth.
"Sir…" he whispered. He wanted to get himself drunk on it as he brought his face closer to that hand.
It's so beautiful...
She is so beautiful that she always wanted to look at this face. He was freezing, his whole body was like sinking into the swamp, but he didn't feel it.
Like a sweet poison.
Reason told him not to be fooled, will resisted, reason and reason urged him to stop.
However, he closed his eyes and surrendered himself to those hands.
"You are so Beautiful..."
The male's seductive voice made her shiver.
-Does he read my heart?
He meant it.
She is very beautiful.
This person is so beautiful.
"What is your name ?" The softness was unpleasant at the feeling that engulfed his body, like a ball of fluff scratching his heart.
"Can you sir"
He smiled.
He saw her smile.
The maid had completely lost herself now. His mind was so pensive that he answered without thinking.
"Canle, a beautiful name" was enjoying the sight of just himself in her blue eyes that was indescribable.
He had no idea how he got into this situation. He was just prey unconsciously devoted to her.
-Obey.
He unconsciously wanted to comply.
"Canle is so beautiful that I wonder about her parents?" Maybe it was just random words.
But Canle spoke with a flush of pink, "My family-"
"They were really beautiful."
How could Yun not catch the sense of loss in his expression when he paused? "They really should be. You must be missing your family"
Words had smashed her thinnest defense and darkened her eyes.
"Yeah, I miss them" was a thin pang of despair. "I am missing..."
"Then Canle want to see them?"
She slowly lifted her eyes, still more addicted to the boy's smile as she couldn't get out of her trance.
"Yeah..."
"Canle" hair was being stroked by the boy. The voice whispering his name seemed to incite him to sin.
"Canle…" He lowered his head, looking even more intently into her eyes. His lips slowly moved closer to her ear. Even a small breath through her nose made her shiver.
"Canle," she whispered in his ear.
"Who was it that sent you to serve me? I will reward him. He handed me a treasure with his own hands." A candle was embarrassed. His eyes were blurred as if drunk.
"I. I... Sister Niusa asked me. She was worried on your behalf"
"Heh," a small chuckle from his throat was proof that he was in good spirits.
"Well done." He patted his head. As she squinted her eyes in satisfaction, she heard the boy's voice.
"I will grant your wish, this is my gift to you"
He was startled.
He gasped as his eyes widened.
Blood dripped from his pierced throat as his body collapsed to the ground.
-How?
Her expressionless face went to the bed without even looking at the corpse.
The date is February 26.
Year 652.
Location, Mivra Hospital.
The situation is in the hospital's VIP ward.
He whispered as he sat on the bed.
"Niusa? Omen's daughter, the head steward. Omen..."
"Silvia's butler."
"haha"
He narrowed his eyes.
"Silviya Aunt? I seriously didn't expect it."
I was very careless in my previous life.
live.
He was the only person in the hospital, other than the soldiers. The only girl, also the only person who is not a soldier.
An insignificant detail was sent to serve. What a pity...
His death would almost be over this detail.
The candle is the only person at the hospital with the ability to set fire to it.
He underestimated a haha...
While Canle answered her questions one by one, she didn't even realize that Yu was talking to get the answers she wanted. The information he wanted was about his family. His family is dead. He's perfect for the job! Candle...Candle...
You still have some sense.
After the arson, Canle will disappear. Canle will be investigated, and Silvia will be directly blamed for her Omen bloodline.
Omen is Silvia's butler. Therefore, even if things do come up, all the doubts will be focused on Silvia.
Silvia has a son who can be considered the prince of Ji. It may seem logical to want to eliminate someone who threatens the future of their child. So even the cause of the attack was ready. Silvia will be the prime suspect.
In short, a scapegoat.
Candle lied. Even without strain and under his hypnosis...
He must be well trained. The words came out of his lips fluently without thinking. It's like a reflex.
But a lie is a lie. It will never be true unless one believes it himself.
He was prepared.
Even pretending to think. The thing that most easily revealed his lie was the quick answer given without thinking.
The real culprit is...
"Hahaha", strands of hair slowly fell from her shoulders as she bowed her head. Squinting and smiling, he had the same smile he had just killed the girl. Like a spring breeze, giving warmth.
His expression wasn't distorted when he laughed like before, it was quite natural.
Thee lies slowly became the truth.
The nurse who came in caught this moment and shuddered.
A corpse covered in blood and a child smiling tenderly next to it. Where there should have been a feeling of dissonance, there was dreadful harmony.
"You" involuntarily tensed when the nurse saw that he was pointing at her.
"Y-Yes?" He was taken by surprise by that scene.
"Clean up the mess," he said, waving his hand, indifferently in a commanding tone.
The nurse froze behind the boy who was walking towards the bathroom. His eyes were pensive. He was involuntarily thinking about the moment from a while ago.
"Did you hear? That kid is seriously awake...he's just a fresher anyway. He may be frightened, dissonant, or easily fooled. Go and keep an eye on him."
This was the order given to him.
"No, but! I'm a soldier, not a nanny!" He vehemently refused.
"Pakuh" arrived here involuntarily as a result of the sharp gaze and threatening eyes thrown at him.
But...
Who knew...
As soon as he arrives, he will be face to face with such a scene.
"She may be afraid..."
Can a coward commit murder?
"It can cause incompatibility..."
Incompatibility?
He said 'Clean up the mess' as if implying the dirt he killed as if it were nothing. Is this the inconsistency you were talking about?
"Easily fooled..."
No no. A devil is not deceived, he deceives.
"Ugh-" He gagged and covered his mouth. His eyes misted up, not daring to look at the ground. Even the air smelled of blood, his stomach turned upside down. "Luck-" hadn't eaten yet, the stomach acid and water spilling from his palms mixed with the blood flowing from the corpse.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but gag even more. His eyes got wet in physical response. Her body twitched as she vomited.
Compared to the kid sitting inside and watching silently...
The disgust in his expression was so evident that he doubted himself.
-Or was his reaction abnormal for a human?
- Was he exaggerating?
No, not his intentional behavior, his psychology was turned upside down. A newly arrived soldier met the corpse before he saw combat.
Torn throat, dilated and dim eyes...
He's not breathing.
He's not breathing.
A few minutes ago this girl had asked him the way. He left with a smile and a cheerful thank you.
She was alive just a little while ago.
Now he was a cold corpse.
He died.
He is not alive.
He is not alive.
"Bowl!"
He stumbled.
He was startled when a sudden hand touched his shoulder.
Cold, as cold as a dead person. Deadly cold fingers rubbed his shoulder.
It's like consolation.
"Aren't you exaggerating?"
His eyes darkened.
He was shaken.
Power drained from his legs and he collapsed to the ground.
The boy's expressionless face was reflected in his eyes. He was faithless, full of disbelief.
A white, bright, pure, and angelic-looking youth.
He was an Executioner.
-To be continued-