Lucian and Oliver watched a boy breathing quickly and with difficulty, speaking words that were almost impossible to understand due to his labored breathing. They looked on in astonishment, their gazes turning toward Adam, waiting for an explanation. Adam replied, "Master, I don't know what happened to him. When I asked for your permission to enter Stadart, I saw Nergal trembling. I called his name more than once, but I got no response. When he arrived, he shook violently, then cried out, 'Monster,' and some words I couldn't understand. Then he started running and falling like a child trying to learn to walk; his performance was even worse than a child's. And because we are here..."
Lucian's brow arched. He looked at Nergal and said words that were hard to understand. Coldly, he said, "Nergal..."
At that, Nergal rushed toward the door, wanting to escape and get out of this cursed hell. Then a familiar, overwhelming pressure fell upon him—the same pressure he felt before being killed. He stopped and heard a sound like a war drum: "Nergal."
Nergal turned, and there stood Lucian above him, saying, "Stop! Stop your foolishness."
I froze. Suddenly, my body moved on its own and stood up.
Lucian was now in front of me, looking at my tear-streaked face with snot running from my nose. He said, "Why are you so afraid?"
I remained silent, just crying.
Nergal said the name of the body's owner from his throat. Then I felt I could speak; I tried, and this is what came out of me: "M...mon...monster... Y...you... are... a mon..."
Oliver's face wrinkled when he heard, "You are a monster." Isn't it natural to see the strong as a monster to the weak? Oliver said in a voice filled with astonishment, "Why are you afraid as if you're facing death and not a normal monster?"
At that, I looked at Oliver. And I said: "H...help me. He wants to kill me."
Silence; no one spoke.
After a while, Oliver spoke, "You didn't think he wanted to kill you?"
Nergal spoke with an excited tone: "Wants to kill... wants to kill... wants to kill..." Then pressure was exerted on my jaw, closing my mouth. I couldn't speak, no matter how hard I tried.
Then Lucian spoke, "Nergal, I will ask you questions. When you answer yes, close your eyes once, and if the answer is no, close them twice. Do you understand?"
At that, I closed them once, and I swallowed my saliva. The tears stopped. I finally managed to control myself.
Then Lucian asked: "Nergal, did someone tell you I would kill you?"
At that, I closed them twice.
Lucian said, "So how did you know I would kill you if no one told you?"
Huh? He wants a real killing, not an obsession. He wants to kill me. Suddenly, a waterfall of tears returned.
"Nergal, stop crying like children and answer the question: How did you know?"
You want to know how I knew? It's simple. You killed me because I'm alive or semi-alive in some way. I looked at him and closed my eyes twice, meaning I refuse.
Boy, have you forgotten who is in front of you? I am Lucian Greifmont. The last person who refused to answer me ended in a painful way, but you are my son, so your encounter will be lighter.
I felt pain in my left hand; I saw it fall to the ground, then the pain became stronger. I screamed, but nothing came out of my mouth because a pressure focused on my mouth was preventing me from speaking. Seeing the blood coming out of my hand made me feel nauseous, and the hand on the ground made the matter worse when he looked at me. After I looked away from my severed hand, I saw Lucian looking at me with a curious look as if he had discovered a new toy. At that, I felt angry. Hahaha, and what did I do? I just kept crying. My eyes changed from purple to red. You might ask why they turned red? Is it because of blood loss or because of anger or both? I don't know either.
Haah, haah, I was breathing with difficulty, and I felt that my mind was confused, then I remembered when I died, I remembered that terrifying feeling. Yes, I must stay alive at any cost. Then I didn't answer, instead, I took off my white shirt and wrapped it around my arm to stop the bleeding, which means I lost a lot of blood, even if I survive Lucian, I won't survive the blood loss.
I bit my tongue to keep my mind working.
Then Oliver said: "Interesting, little mouse. A wonderful survival instinct."
Then Lucian was heard: "Now answer my question quickly."
At that, I felt anger and confusion: How do I answer this? Do I tell him that you already killed me and you don't need to kill me again? How do I explain this when I don't know how it happened?
Then the pressure on my jaw disappeared, so I became able to speak. Come on, Nergal, you can do it, think of something to tell your crazy father.
And finally, some words came out of my mouth that were barely audible: "I... j...just... felt... that... you... wanted to kill me." (Clarification: I just had a feeling that you would kill me.)
Then silence filled the room again.
Then I heard Oliver's laughter, which made me stare at him. He saw the word on my human lips. Oliver said, "How ridiculous you are, how do you want us to believe that you just had a feeling? You were crying like a newborn baby?"
Shut up, you blue pig, who asked for your opinion? Just go back to your sty. This is what I wanted to say, but reality is cruel. Just saying it would weaken me ...
I thought and thought of a solution. Think, you idiot, it's true that the bleeding paralyzed my brain cells, but think of a solution before your mind completely breaks. If you don't find another solution, just stick to a lie and make it the truth.
"Father, I am only telling the truth. I felt a fear, a feeling as if death was waiting for me, a terrifying feeling. Please believe me. I don't know why I felt this, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please just don't kill me."
Lucian looked at me with a look of disbelief as if he had just seen through a child's lie. Then he said...
"Do you know why I want to kill you then?"
I couldn't shake my head due to blood loss and feeling sluggish. I only answered with "I don't know why." He looked at me and said: "So you want to know why I might kill you before your death?"
I looked at him blankly; it was hard for me to see him because of the bleeding, but I could make out his smiling features, a look of amusement on Lucian's face. The devil in his eye watching me play, ready to tear me apart and throw me in the trash. He said: "If silence means yes."
"Alright, it's a simple matter: a priest predicted that in the future you will conspire with a higher demon and bring shame to the Greifmont family, my dear son. That's the reason. Any other questions?"
Huh? A higher demon? How can Nergal attract the attention of a higher demon when he is an insect? Then I looked at Lucian's face, which maintained its stubborn stillness, and it brought me back to reality.
Wake up, Nergal, you have to get out of here quickly, think you stupid...
"But... but you know that 99 out of 100 prophecies don't come true. So why are you so sure that this prophecy is true?"
Lucian: "And out of 100 prophecies, only one comes true, and I don't want your prophecy to come true and bring shame to the Greifmont family. Yes, I'm not sure, but you are a failure and the possibility of it happening is high. So killing you is the best option."
What is this? What is this twisted logic? You want to kill your son for something that you are not sure of?
Then he put an immense pressure on him again. I screamed, I stopped, but there is no shame for those who claim.
Lucian looked at me with a disgusted look that made me feel helpless. This feeling made me want to hit Lucian by any means before I die. I whispered: "Do you want to know how I knew?"and then everyone in the room looked at Nergal.
At that, Lucian approached Nergal; at that, I was able to muster a breath, then I spat saliva mixed with blood into Lucian's face. Yes, I spat on his face with disgusting filth. Then the saliva stopped in the air, and the saliva fell on my face and then my skull shattered. I might have died. I don't know. The immense wave of pain was insane, a painful pain, I don't know how long it lasted.
But the place turned black and a screen appeared: {{Skill Activated: Reversal}}
Then I heard an old man's voice shouting: "Young master!" I looked and found Adam. I fell to the ground crying and said: "Death is truly painful, painful
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