"Perhaps this was it?"
He looked at the mansion where Huajin lived with the family that took care of him with strange feelings.
After he became a prince and this family died, this mansion was abandoned. Its squalid and sinister air was different from the well-groomed and clean moment now.
He looked at his hands.
Hands of an adult.
He was now in adult form.
Of course, she couldn't come here with her 10-year-old appearance. His mental age was already over 20 years old.
He knocked on the door and walked forward with his bag.
The empire has a really good administration now, if a direct murder is committed, an investigation will be launched. He should have tried it the 'natural looking' way.
He knocked on the door.
The white gloves fit her hand perfectly.
Her long dark blue hair was gathered up, reaching her waist, and each strand was neatly combed and groomed.
The silver eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were sharp and somber.
He was angry.
The person who took everything from him is behind this door. Even if it's a child...
Door opened.
He smiled professionally.
"I heard you're looking for a teacher, do I have a chance?" His movements were graceful and fluid as he placed his hand lightly on his chest.
For 12-year-old Huajin, a tutor was sought for etiquette and etiquette before joining the royal family. Later there was a rumor that this teacher had disappeared.
After a long search, that person could not really be reached.
It was later speculated that the prince targeted this person first when their persecution began.
So Huajin's first murder was his so-called teacher.
Silver eyes fell on the person who invited him in, accompanied by sword sharpness.
After speaking and deciding, he looked at the paper placed in front of him.
"This... an oath of secrecy must be signed..."
A convention quite common among the nobility.
He took out his pen and left his signature on the paper. After writing light light, the signature was printed on paper like a logo.
"When we will start ?" His voice is deep and engaging.
For a moment, even Furue felt enchanted.
"It's up to you, though we hope he completes the course as soon as possible," Furue explained with a smile.
"Please guide"
The woman got up and moved forward.
The man's eyes grew sharper with each step, as he walked after her with light steps.
There are no maids around.
Unusual in such a luxurious mansion.
The man stopped when the woman stopped.
"Here, I have a job. Please have a good time"
He rubbed his thumb and forefinger as he looked behind the woman who left with a smile. It was a fluidity of his thinking, squinting his eyes as he shifted his gaze heavily towards the door.
It reminds of a prison. A kid this age hates it, reason to go crazy for a 'freedom' obsessed maverick like Huajin.
But still, he didn't justify his killing.
His hand reached the door, and after the creaking door, a dense cloud of dust poured into his face.
Dark.
He turned on the lights with his hand as he stepped inside.
As the energy stones lit up, he revealed the figure at the edge.
His eyes widened at the scene he saw as the bag in his hand fell to the floor.
"S-Fuck"
Even his cursing was noble.
He approached the bed slowly.
There was a tiny little boy in the bed, who was actually quite short for him. The golden-blond hair reaching her waist dispersed on the bed, face buried in the pillow with small arms wrapped around it.
The cheeks are thin, the face is slender, the skin is white, and the body is small.
He lay defenseless in the face of his future frightening and decadent-looking foe.
Especially the cheeks...
It looked like a little squirrel cub.
But it was weak.
Too weak.
Her hands trembled, she could not express her shock as she reached for the boy.
HE...
It cannot kill him.
He couldn't kill a child.
His body stiffened as fingers poked at the boy's cheek.
Soft.
And most importantly, defenseless.
He sat on the bed with a sigh. His shoulders looked slumped.
For 2 years, he ignored the fact that he was a child while he was planning how to kill his enemy every night before he went to sleep.
Because someone like him could not be imagined as a child in his mind.
"What to do ?"
For now, he would stop and observe.
***
Eyes slowly opened, lashes trembled.
The purple eyes were hazy and stared into space sluggishly and absently. He was unfocused.
He got up from the bed, ignoring his messy hair.
He hadn't noticed anyone else in the room yet.
He could not see the small objects on the floor, even though he forcibly moved forward. Even though his blurry eyes were better up to 2 years ago, he still blocked his vision like steam glass.
"Ah-" hissing in a low voice, he crouched down, touching the hand-sized object that had stabbed his foot.
He pulled it from his foot, blood gushing out as the object came out.
He stood up again, holding the object in his hand. Blood dripping from her hands and feet, she recklessly made her way to the door.
The door is locked and there won't be anyone to check it out unless it knocks.
He waited in silence as he knocked on the door.
The door opened again with a creaking sound.
It was a servant.
"Oh! You've polluted the whole place!"
The maid pushed him away and shouted in anger.
The small body that was pushed lost its balance and fell to the ground.
Weak.
Different from that cruel and powerful emperor in the future.
After cleaning the floors, the maid asked, "What do you want?" ' he asked in a restraining voice.
"..."
The boy was silent.
"Oh," the maid laughed sarcastically. "That's right, you don't know how to talk yet" The woman approached the boy with an ominous smile.
The maid was unaware that someone was in the room. Bringing the magic powers of the past along with his spirit, Liang Feng's only lack was physical strength.
Therefore, this was the only issue he focused on in these two years.
For Liang Feng, who was as strong as his previous life in every way, hiding from a servant was as easy and natural as breathing.
He silently observed the environment where the child was.
'Here we go,' she thought, even though she felt bad for a child when she saw him being pushed.
A ruthless person like her would surely torture this woman to death.
But the expected reaction did not come true.
The boy neither shouted nor moved.
He was silent.
"Oh right, you don't know how to talk yet"
Afeng forgot to breathe as the maid clenched the boy's chin and opened his mouth.
"He wasn't… mute?"
He muttered to himself.
"You're so retarded that madame cut off her tongue saying 'if you can't speak, what's the point,'" the woman clenched her jaw and spoke in a pleasant tone.
Afeng's body went cold.
The words he heard were not something even an adult could handle, let alone a child.
The boy was unresponsive.
Even his eyes are as lifeless as dead.
Unlike his sleeping comfort, his whole body stretched and shrunk.
Except for the reflex of the body, the face was expressionless.
"Tch…" the woman pushed her face away in anger.
"You're not as fun as when you first came in" he casually walked out the door.
There are very few cases of entering and exiting this mansion. Even the servants are under tight control.
That's why everyone focused on their only pastime here, Huajin.
-To be continued-