Chapter 10 - What progress is this?! (1) (1/2)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: SKAIS

Typically, people in the Hel family who were born with curses, were able to control their powers before reaching the age of 15. They would be confined for the time being and were quickly released when they got a hold of their powers.

They were actually wild beasts and they lacked control of the curse they possessed, which made it difficult to communicate with them. That is why, Ricdorian, who has been imprisoned for so long was considered a disgrace to the Archduke of Hel estate.

<You bastard.>

<Ah..Fa.. Fath… fa…father!>

The way his father, the current Archduke of the Hel estate, treated him was brutal. He would always tuck Ricdorian’s head into the washbasin, keeping his breath away. Just how could a father treat his son that way? He is more than a beast. He’s a savage.

It was so cruel and pitiful.

Even in his father’s coercive way, Ricdorian still couldn’t control his power and eventually became petrified of the water because of his father’s doings. The fact also that he was abandoned there a dozen of times added to that fright.

That’s why they were left with no choice but to use their last resort which is a ‘companion’.

It wasn’t until later that his family found out that he had so much power, that’s why it was difficult for him to control it. From that moment, he will be imprisoned until the time he meets the ‘companion’ they were waiting for, who will release him from the shackles.

However, the Archduke had lost his interest in him, so he did not try to find him a companion and let him be. Then by chance, Francia came into this room and met him.

I was staring at Ricdorian who’s sitting like a lion, when suddenly he wavered a little. It was said that the moment when the beast became the sharpest was when he was hungry and wounded. Unlike humans, revealing weakness is something they are ashamed of. It is as if showing a little weakness makes them a frail. That’s why they needed to be vigorous in order not to be pitied and oppressed.

I didn’t know that the phrase I stumbled before coming into this novel could be of any relevance to him.

‘A trauma is a wound.’

It surely relates to him.

I raised my hand and he flinched at my sudden action, so I murmured ‘sorry’. Soon, my hair tie that had been loosened, slumped down on my back. I shook the hair tie off before his eyes.

Ting. Ting.

“Do you like the bell?” I asked as he stopped trembling, his tremor was interrupted by the dangling sound of the bell, and bawled. Like the sea, his blue eyes moved along with the bell and ribbon-decorated tie in front of him. Once again, with a small rattle, the little bells on the tie made a clear sound.

“I thought you’d like this.” This was from my brother who always sent me a letter. Sometimes gifts came along with the letter.

“Ruff”

There’s a lot of time off and too many things that can be done while in the prison so I thought he might like this and play with it that’s why I wore it to show him today.

“This is better than the sound made by the rain, right?” His fierce eyes stared at me then rolled himself as I swung the tie in my hand…he looked like a dog who saw a ball, wanting to play it. I smiled at that.

I tried to reach out to one of my pockets and pulled out a headdress that he liked when we first met.  It was a head strap with plump decorations.