Chapter 122 - The Saddest Person Smiles The Brightest (1/2)

(Jane's PoV)

The old woman put a more fierce look on her face, warning me not to have any funny ideas towards the young man. What I hate the most was if the elders were spoiling rotten their younger ones to the point these kids were not able to tell what's good and bad.

When a kid was dependent to their parents, it was normal for me. But, when the kid was overly spoiled by the parents, it would only lead to the damage of the kid's personality and behavior.

As a result, the kid would have twisted mind and personality, which was dangerous to the society.

Just imagine, even a simple sentence ”it was just a joke” could result to someone's death, but if the speaker of this sentence would not feel any remorse, that he/she had caused someone's death with his/her 'joke', then there must be something wrong with the way he/she thought.

What a pity!

Instead of creating a smart and good generation, their parents created a little monster who could kill another living person with a smile on their faces and said it was just a joke.

Instead of being a smart and thoughtful person, their kid grew up being a cunning and cruel person.

In this case, I fully blamed the parents.

But, I wouldn't say that the parents' job was easy. Any job was never easy. There was always things that needed to be sacrificed in any job.

To me, the key was communication. A good communication could make a sour relationship became better. Especially in parents-children relationship where the children still needed their parents attention and love, a good communication could make the children feel close to their parents, creating a stronger bonding between them instead of solely holding onto the status as parents and children.

Once the children grew older, it would be hard for parents to persuade them back whenever they did wrong. At that time, parents would either feel anger or guilty for their failure.

And yes, I could only say the parents were failure when they failed to shape their children into a good and proper kids just like what they had in their mind.

In this case of the young man and his grandmother, it was not a failure. Instead, it was an achievement when the young man became so spoiled and close to her.

Which grandparents would not feel joyful when their beloved grandchildren would feel closer to them? They would do anything to make their grandchildren feel comfortable around them.

Not to mention, as a person who possessed this kind of ability, she must be seeking someone to pass on her power, to continue her line as a shaman and to control her Shadows.

Well, since I hated this kind of treatment and behavior towards the younger ones, I was sure I wouldn't let both of them go. The old man in my house in the astral dimension was near his limit. It would serve this old woman a good reminder of what would happen to her next.

I soothed the little girl in front of me. I could feel she was still pulling me further into her memory. Unfortunately, I didn't have time so I rejected her request. As I was soothing her so that she would not be overly anxious, I started to retracted my consciousness from her.

And slowly, I opened my eyes. The previous scary shadow disappeared and in its place was the little girl, standing obediently while staring at me. Not only that, the old woman was also around, still tying with my light rope which resembled more like an ordinary rope. The things that I pulled out from the girl's soul were still fidgeting near my feet.

Now that they were exposed to the sunlight, I could see their true forms. A small flickering fire, some small and smelly maggots, chains and shackles, and some needles. I frowned as I noticed those things.

This girl said that it was the ability the old woman gave to her, but from how I saw it, those things were used to restrain her. When she was sent to hurt someone, she would feel pain all over her body and those pain were what she would transfer towards her victim.

Fire; to make the victim feel burning up while the victim's body was actually covered in cold sweat.