Splash!
Damon was tied to a chair and water was splashed on him, but he remained calm. He had been taken from the village to the Ross castle on the outskirts of the village.
Right now he was placed in a spacey underground cellar. At one end of the room was a table filled with numerous torture materials stained with blood.
"Really? Was that necessary?" Damon asked with a raised eyebrow.
Bam!
The guard punched his face, bruising his delicate skin. Damon's face jerked to the side while his hair was disheveled. His eyes revealed a green flash, while a sinister smile bloomed on his face.
Damon looked up, meeting the gaze of the guard that just punched him. His crazed grin revealed his bloodstained lips and teeth, causing the guard to shudder.
Any other peasant in Damon's position would be on their knees, begging desperately, but this kid was smiling.
'This kid has a loose screw upstairs.' the guard shuddered and worked away.
Clank.
At that moment, the door swung open, and Lord Ross walked in with the lady in an oversized cloak. They both saw the bruise on Damon's face and the crazed grin.
"You are not afraid, and you definitely don't seem sorry you tried to kill my son." Lord Ross said as he walked over to the table, glancing through the torture weapons.
"Afraid of what… Death? How can I fear myself?" Damon asked with a mischievous chuckle.
{You are not making things any better! Just stop talking, or we might actually die!} The voice screamed.
The lady and Lord Ross exchanged confused glances before returning their attention to Damon. They couldn't help but wonder if this kid was pretending to be deranged, or if he was actually crazy.
After careful deliberation, Lord Ross picked up what seemed like a surgical blade and began approaching Damon with the weapon in his line of sight. The main purpose of this was to intimidate the boy, but there was no fear in his eyes.
Upon reaching Damon, Lord Ross gently placed the blade next to Damon's chest and skillfully swiped it down.
Pft!
Damon's sack shirt was cut in two, leaving behind a bloody line starting from his chest to his belly. The wound was shallow, allowing just a small quantity of blood to slip out.
Such a precise cut was something only a skillful fighter could perform.
"As expected… The Ross family is truly exceptional with the blade. It's a pity they have no mages, that's why they are at the bottom of the nobility tree." Damon chuckled provokingly.
Swish!
Blood splattered on the ground as Lord Ross slashed Damon's cheeks, his cold gaze filled with rage.
"You have a big mouth child. It will get you killed." Lord Ross hissed.
"No, it won't, because I am of value to not just the village but the Ross family as well. I am that miracle this fallen noble family has been looking for, and you know it." Damon retorted.
Damon's defiant gaze intrigued Lord Ross, and at this moment he realized something.
This kid wasn't crazy, he was just fearless!
With this understanding of Damon, Lord Ross' gaze changed. He returned to the table and dropped the surgical blade.
"Untie him." Lord Ross said to a guard before shifting his attention to Damon, "You follow me."
With that said, he walked out of the room while the guard united Damon. The lady in the oversized cloak supervised his release.
"You are one crazy fellow." The lady commented as Damon walked past her with the same confident smile he had on his way here.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Damon winked at her and walked past, leaving the lady shocked.
"This little brat!"
Damon chuckled as he heard her curse loudly. He seemed in a bubbly mood, even though his situation was still messy.
{What's wrong with you? Do you really enjoy causing so much trouble?} The voice asked.
'Yes, and I have two reasons for that. The first is that my inheritance allows me to draw power from negative emotions. If I still had my inheritance, I would have accumulated a sizable amount of power. The second reason is that I have a plan to get a good start in life. For that plan to work, I need to create chaos and you know the saying. Opportunity lies in the most chaotic places.' Damon explained.
As his scribe, Damon didn't mind mentoring the voice occasionally. It allowed the voice to see things from his perspective and understand the reason for his actions.
Damon caught up to Lord Ross as he walked out of the room. They entered a broad corridor filled with many cells where villagers and criminals who had gone against the law of the land in the village were placed.
Seeing Lord Ross present, they hurriedly grabbed the bars of their cells, begging for mercy. Countless voices overlapped the other as they begged loudly but got no response.
While walking through the corridor, Lord Ross threw a glance at Damon to see his reaction to the pleas and cries of people, but there was none.
The kid kept walking with a smile as if nothing was happening.
'Fearless and Ruthless… If I had a son like this, I wouldn't have to worry about the future of the Ross family.' Lord Ross sighed heavily.
Damon's words about the fall of the Ross family were not far from the truth. Normally he wouldn't take the words of a child seriously but there was something about the look in this boy's eyes that intrigued him.
Lord Ross believed there was more to Damon than others knew, and he was eager to understand the reason behind this feel