Obsessed to Hate Him Chapter 7: Hatred

LIAM

I hate studying—not because I'm bad at it, but because it's a pointless thing that I can't stand. There is no such thing in the world that I, Liam Von Sylvyran, can't do. Aside from cooking, controlling my magic. I am horrible at these two things.

Cooking has never been for since I am a prince. And being a prince doesn't require one to be skilled in cooking. And magic... My magic is like a wildfire. Wild and dangerous. It just refuses to listen to and if I let it out even for once... it can no longer be restrained.

"So, may I know, why I am looking into all these cases with you?" I ask, dropping the sack of paper in the disarray of papers on the table at last. There is no way in hell I will survive after reading all these things.

"Because you told to look into them," Kian replies simply, not taking his eyes off the docunts before him.

"I told you to look into them." I emphasize the word 'you' to specify it, "I don't rember ntioning myself."

He puts down his docunts and folds his arms on the desk before him then looks at with his signature get-under-my-skin smile, "Do you think I am your servant or sothing that I will obediently listen to your every whine and demand? No. You have to do your things by yourself. Be grateful that I am helping you out." He picks up his docunts from the table and re-concentrate on them.

I am visibly fussing with anger, "You should be grateful that I am helping you out with your shitty investigation." I try to poke those words into his head but he is as unaffected as ever, adding fuel to my bubbling anger.

"Let remind you Mr. Lain Wielder, that you are currently being captivated for treason. I will order, and you have to do it; you ain't got no choice." His smile is never faltering as he looks at with those blue eyes.

I chew on my lower lips, trying to control my urge to run my dagger through his throat or smack that cocky smile off his face. But if I want to live, I can't do that. No matter how much rage I force down or how much my hand itches to kill him. I can't do it. Not now at least.

I grit my teeth then pick up the bundle of paper and start to analyze it. I am particularly vibrating with anger and Kian blatantly ignores it. He ignores like I don't even exist. Or is he just playing with ? Whatever the hell he is doing is none of my business. My business is how I should make him pay for it. And I swear to the gods. When I do, I will take my sweet ti to play with him like he is doing now, before killing him.

The night is still and I can feel the winter approach from the chilliness in the wind. Only two mage lights are the only thing that is helping us to go through the papers. At last, the night passes but after all night of case studying, we two have found nothing. Yes. Nothing. Nothing like this has ever happened in Oblivara. This is the first case in the century.

"If you paid attention to all these cases before then we wouldn't have to go through all this shits and could already focus on the clues that we have." I sneer as I observe myself in the mirror, looking for any possible black circle or pimple. I couldn't get my beauty sleep because of this guy.

"Lain, co on man." Kain rolls his neck, his muscles popping with a satisfying noise, "You are a dude. You shouldn't worry about your looks and all like a woman."

I put down the mirror and pin him with a glare, "My skin is one of the few things that is perfect about . So I should worry about it."

As I stand up and whirl around to leave, it's already dawn break. I am literally slaving my way to keep my eyes open and not fall asleep.

"We are setting out in an hour," Kian announces, and I look over my shoulder to look at him; he is standing in front of the window beside his desk from where a soothing breeze and golden sunlight are filtering through. He is looking incredibly gorgeous at the mont. There is another thing about him. An eagle is perched on his forearm and a small letter is in his hand. He is looking serious about it.

"Another murder?" I blink, trying to subside the sleep in my system.

"It's just the sa way as the last one." Kian's face hardens, "We have to get there soon."

"Got it." I drag my feet out of that room.

To be honest, all I want to do now is sleep, but I doubt that Kian will let . He is right. After all, I am a prisoner here. There is no value in my words here. I think Kian is being nice to . Because if I were in his shoes, I'd upright throw myself inside a lock up and be done with it. I wouldn't have dragged a whine like all around the place. And if I am being honest with myself then, if Kian didn't kill my brother, I might have admired him. He is like all of it that I am not.

I am built differently. And he is built perfectly. I can't control my magic, not at all. On the other hand, there are so quotes about Kian, where it is ntioned that Kian was chosen by magic itself though no one knows what kind of magic he wields. He has an amazing build. And he is called one of the best fighters on the continent. I just happened to be below him. In every aspect, this guy surpasses . He would be a comndable fellow if he didn't kill Eiden. If he hadn't snatched away the most admired character of my life from .

I can never forgive him. He may get cursed in hell.

Indignation and furry flare up inside as I rember the history. I punch the nearby wall to vent so of my anger. But it doesn't really help much. It just leaves with aching bruises on my ankles

I take a shower to calm myself down and slide into so fresh outfits. A black tunic and pants. Simple and not eye-catching at all. By the ti I open my door and step onto the hallway, Kian is already waiting for outside, leaning against the wall across from my door, looking at his ever-flawless self.

"Ready to go?" Kian motions toward the staircase.

In acknowledgnt, I just give him a tight nod. For so reason, just seeing him moving around before makes go blind with rage. But I need to handle it. If I want to get out of here and look for my good-for-nothing brother, then that's it. I have got no choice.