Dylan entered with his parents to the party being held in a beautiful hall with marble floors, white walls, and gold and colored decorations that, together with the predominant white, gave the setting an elegant and imposing style.
"Mrs. Alenia, Viscount Gray, you should allow your son to go with the other children. There is a perfectly lit area where the children play," said a woman who was neither fat nor thin, dressed in an extravagantly colored dress, who spoke with a false tone of formality, as there was malice in the words of the white woman with dull red hair.
-Baroness Vilcret, I think that... -Anelia was about to respond, but shortly after, an elegant, athletic-looking man with black hair and brown eyes arrived, wearing a tailored black suit, who said:
-Little one, wouldn't you like to meet other children?
So as not to seem strange, Dylan looked curiously at his mother, but Anelia did not seem to want to leave her son's side.
"Come on, Mrs. Anelia, no adult would hurt a child," said the elegant man, who was Count William Wilhem, a former suitor of Dylan's mother and a friend of the perverted nobleman who married Anelia's daughter.
All the nobles present had turned their gaze toward the Gray family. Initially, the suggestion had been made by Baroness Vilcret, a rising noblewoman who had made her fortune through brothels, casinos, and the sale of beautiful slave girls of various humanoid species. But then the proposal was supported by Count William, a nobleman whose position had never been in doubt, and many wondered why he had not risen higher.
"Mom, I want to play," Dylan said in a tender voice.
"Yes, I must take advantage of the opportunity these stupid elitists are giving me to reach the rank of 3 Moons," Dylan thought maliciously.
"Stay out of trouble, my beloved son, just don't hurt yourself, we'll come for you soon," Anelia said, and shortly after, a beautiful maid with a slender body, white skin, and long brown hair appeared to guide Dylan to the garden where the children were.
••••
As the maid led Dylan through the majestic, well-lit corridors of the mansion, she squeezed his hand tightly and looked at him with contempt:
"Walk quickly, young master. They are waiting for you," said the maid.
"You want to intimidate me from the start? How silly, my life is meant for enjoyment and pleasure, not to be anyone's submissive dog," thought Dylan, who conjured up a small drop of water and threw it.
The drop hit the maid on the back and she felt a sting, but couldn't explain what it was.
"Just wait, you'll die slowly and painfully," thought Dylan with his charming expression.
[Perverse Thoughts: +1]
When he arrived at the garden, Dylan saw dozens of children of different ages, and he could only sigh.
"This is like a daycare center. It gives me a headache to see it," Dylan thought as he saw all kinds of children, some quiet, others hyperactive, some submissive, and others quite dominant.
"Here is clear proof that there are humans who are villains from birth," Dylan thought as he watched some children force another child to eat everything they gave him while his twin sister, with shiny, light brown hair, watched the scene with tears in her eyes.
"Go make some friends." Are you going to stay?" Dylan asked with a sweet and somewhat shy look as he caressed the hand that the maid had squeezed tightly, although he had covered his hand with mana, so he was not hurt, as the maid was just an ordinary human.
The maid felt a twinge, not of affection, but of pain, as Dylan split the little drop inside the maid's heart.
"I have things to do," said the maid in a cold tone bordering on contempt.
"Yes, yes, you have to go and die far away from here," Dylan replied sarcastically in his mind and burst one of the small drops of water in the maid's heart, and he could see her body tremble as she walked away from the garden.
[You have committed Perverse Acts: +2]
••••
Dylan laughed charmingly.
"That's 4 Perverse Points. You should praise me, system," Dylan thought smugly, but the system did not respond.
"You're so boring. I'll go collect more points," Dylan thought as he walked toward the table where there were various exquisite-looking cakes.
Dylan was about to take a candy when a small magical stone bullet nearly hurt the back of his hand.
"Who gave you permission to eat?" asked a blue-eyed, fair-skinned boy with short black hair, about 7 years old, who was the son of a rising viscount. He had been spoiled and taught to oppress others to secure his place among the young.
"But I was taught that the strong have the right to do whatever they want," "Dylan said innocently.
"This bastard!" The viscount's son, named Jurior, looked at Dylan with contempt, obviously jealous of Dylan's good looks.
The three friends surrounding Jurior watched the scene with curiosity.
Dylan picked up the cream-filled cupcake with a cherry on top and was about to put it in his mouth, but Jurior slapped the cupcake with his open hand and it fell to the floor.
"Now it's worthy of you. Eat it," said Jurior.
"What an annoying kid, I feel like cutting off his head. Oh! System, you're turning me into a monster," Dylan thought jokingly, as he turned his back and made the water droplets in the maid's heart explode, since the magical water droplets were moving away from the range he could control.
••••
In the middle of the mansion's living room, the nobles conversed among themselves. Dylan's parents remained isolated; no one approached them, and some nobles whispered disparaging remarks about the Gray family.
A brown-haired maid walked elegantly, holding a silver tray in her left hand with crystal glasses filled with high-quality wine.
Bang!
The silver tray fell, the crystal glasses shattered, and the maid fell to the floor, writhing in pain, red veins appearing in the whites of her eyes. One of the guests approached, but the maid was already dead.
"I think she had a heart attack," explained the nobleman who approached the maid lying dead on the floor.