Chapter 25：An Eye For Aesthetics (1/2)
The headless body attached with a severed head looked disproportionate in comparison to the size of the body.
The thick stench of blood assaulted Calvin's nose. Being so close to the ”daughter” of the Benevolent Father. Calvin could see the reddish veins underneath the stitched-up skin of the headless body. Those veins seemed to be twitching as if they were alive.
Calvin held back the fear from his heart as he tried his best on maintaining the facade that he had.
Turning to look straight at the eyes of the Benevolent Father...
He said.
”She's so beautiful...”
”She's so beautiful that I want to gouge these dirty eyes of mine for the sin of possibly staining the divine beauty of your daughter...”
”Oh...”
The Benevolent Father paused.
He seemed to have found Calvin's answer as rather unexpected.
Calvin gnashed his teeth.
The Benevolent Father's questions cannot be taken for granted. If one thought that only yes and no were the possible answers, then that would be the last mistake that anyone could ever make.
In order to survive against the Benevolent Father.
Calvin surmised that there was only one method.
And that was...
To become the embodiment of madness similar to what the Father had become.
Amidst the stares of the terrified newbies and the curious look of the Benevolent Father.
Calvin gouged out his right eye in a blink of an eye.
”Ah!”
”Hieeek!”
Philip and Jane couldn't stop themselves from screaming.
Hugo and Scarlette swiftly used their hands to cover both of their mouths.
Calvin's figure continuously trembled from the pain.
His face reddened as his muscles twitched like crazy, yet not a single scream came out of his mouth.
Opening his palm, he presented his eyeball to the Benevolent Father.
”I've plucked the source of the sin...”
The Benevolent Father took the eyeball from Calvin's hand and crushed it underneath his palms.
”What madness... I see that you are a kindred spirit. So, You. Are. A man of culture as well...” The Benevolent Father whispered.
The permanent smile on his lips seemed to have deepened. He was pleased by Calvin's decisiveness and sincerity on praising the beauty of his daughter.
However...
”Are you friends with those scums standing behind you?”
The Benevolent Father asked.
Calvin pressed some acupoints on top of his head to stop the bleeding, but when he heard the Benevolent Father's question. He made a sidelong glance at the others and said.
”How can that be possible?”
”How can I possibly be friends with such people that have no eye for aesthetics.”
Calvin viciously declared.
”You...” Nicholas trembled in fear.
Everyone had the same fear painted on their faces upon seeing Calvin's bloodied look.