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(Alexander POV)
I did the right thing by letting him go.
Yes, I did the right thing. If I hadn’t let him go... If I didn’t— he’d have been consud, and shackled by this man.
Jayad, and the rest of the elders have all been in a frenzy ever since Charles left.
The loss of a special talent like Charles was too much for the old heads to bear.
But I’m pretty sure Jina, my second wife— felt relieved. She’d definitely started plotting to make her son— Jas, my last son before Charles, the Patriarch.
Ah, the Flaworth family tension. Always have to sleep with one eye open.
I think they even tried tracking Charles, but... I thank the stars that his maid— Jennette, seed to have adequate trail-covering skills, so no matter how much they searched they couldn’t find him.
Now I’ve had to endure countless visits by people who always co to find out the whereabouts of Charles. Sothing that even I don’t know.
Klaus; the vice-captain, asked . His expression was sad, it seed he’d really taken a liking to the child. Even the stoic Sin Morderego who barely shows emotions ca asking . Like I’m the one who snuck him out. Well, I am the one who snuck him out.
Although I’m pretty sure that so of the elders have already figured out that I helped him escape.
And it’s easy to co to such conclusion, after weighing the fact that his personal maid disappeared on the sa day he did. It’s really not that hard to put one and two together. But of course they can’t dare ask about it.
I shake my head.
Forget about all that.
Right now, I’m not at ho...
I’m in the Palace of the Emperor of Jalozi.
One of my knee is kissing the cold ceramic tiles, and my other knee’s up. And my head is held low.
The palace is dark, but the ceiling is adorned with shimring stones that make the place glow with a soft, and warm hue, like that of moonlight.
"Lift your head, Alexander." He commands with a voice that’s as low, and tender as a loving parent’s.
And I lift my head— my gaze ascending to et with that of the Emperor. His purple eyes lock with mine. And imdiately we make eye contact, his lips stretches with a graceful smile.
He’s sitting on his throne... His back straight, his posture refined— creating a regal air around him. And his golden crown etched with red rubies lie on his carefully trimd white hair that cascades down his forehead.
His skin is white, smooth, and almost as pale as a ghost. In fact, this man is no different from a porcelain doll.
And with his graceful smile, tender regality, and soft spoken tone— no one would know... that he’s the source of this wicked energy pressing down on right now.
Evil bastard.
"I greet you, Your Grace." I say. My voice low, and humble— detached from the hostility writhing inside of .
And as he hears my greeting, his soft smile stretches wider. "Alexander.. You hid him from ." He says imdiately, without so much as a warning.
And my heart contracts the mont I hear those words. My breathing becoming a jumbled ss.
That filthy energy.. the one that’s neither mana, or even holy power— keeps swirling around my heart.
And I grit my teeth.
I should be used to this by now. It’s been this way ever since I beca a Patriarch. Endure it.
"You know... You never told that you had another son after Jas. And if I didn’t get the information from... a special source. I wouldn’t have known." He still has that graceful smile. If I don’t tell them, no one would ever know that he’s capable of doing this to .
"Oh, my good dog Alexander..." His voice rises, becoming more deeper as his purple eyes glow with pounding malice. "You hid him for seven years. That demands punishnt, no?" He asks. And as soon as he asks that, he vanishes from his throne.
I flick my gaze, searching left and right frantically— twisting my neck like a machine.
"But before the punishnt..." His voice cos from my back— just a few inches away from my ear, and I turn my neck— he’s crouching. His hand behind his waist, and his lips not too far from my face.
My heartbeat surges. The hot lava in my body rushing uncontrollably.
Darn it.
"Where is the boy, Alexander? I heard he has an affinity with all four elents. What a talent!" He disappears again, leaving behind trails of black wisps— like smokes. And I turn— facing my neck forward. He’s on his throne now, sitting like he never left.
"I don’t know," I answer him, my voice is low and shaky, caused by my unstable breath.
It’s the truth, I have no idea where he is. And this.. this is the Charles didn’t want to know of his whereabouts. Smart boy.
A wide grin stretches on my lips unintentionally.
And at that sa mont, that swirling mass of wicked energy squeezes my heart tight— threatening to burst it.
"Argh!" I groan in pain, clutching my chest tightly.
–Huff– –Huff–
My breathing is raggedy. Right now, I can’t even use my breathing technique.
"Oh? You’re right. You don’t know where he is..." He shuts his eyes close as he nods. "But I need him. No... WE need him, hmm."
What does he an? Need him for what??! Who is ’we’?!
I want to hurl questions at him, but I can’t. This strange entity called the emperor... I can’t even so much as talk bad about him behind his back.
This is the reason I urged Charles to run. And the reason I encouraged him to change his na.
My breathing is still unstable— my red eyes peering straight into that purple-spiraling eyes of the Emperor. His eyes are like an endless abyss. And if one isn’t careful and gaze into them for too long. They might die.
This ancient evil... Just what the hell does he want with my child?
"Hahahaha!" He suddenly bursts into a loud laughter that echoes throughout the palace.
"Alright. Go, Alexander. I have no mission for you today. But await my punishnt." His smile stretches wider, just one more ti before he stands up from his throne.
I’m on the ground. Kneeling, and watching him slowly walk away— heading toward the direction of a blue-painted door.
I, Alexander Von Flaworth swear, that one day.. I will look untop your corpse, and I will grin.
My eyes flash with perfectly tad hostility that I’ve been suppressing.
And then he turns his neck. Eyes landing on one more ti. And I snap the hostile glare away from my eyes.
"Charles right? If you’re protecting him this fiercely. Then he must really be worth sothing." He says as he opens the door, and makes his way out.
The pressure wrapping around my chest finally lts. And I fall down— lying on the floor. My breath heavy and uneven as I breathe.
A wide, satisfied smirk plays at my lips.
Wrong. He’s not Charles... He’s Ed.
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