Chapter 18: Second Episode: Chapter 9 (1/2)

Chapter 18: Second Episode: Chapter 9

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The golden tent was decorated with knitted tassels. The Sun shone through the translucent, pure silk tassels and slowly fell onto the floor of the room. The Sun’s charm seemed to have rubbed off even on the dust in the air. They danced lightly and gracefully in the ray of light, like fish swimming in a river of light.

The spacious bedroom seemed as if it lacked furniture. This was the Titan Empire’s His Imperial Highness Prince O’Neil’s deliberate design. If you looked around the whole house, you would not find a single suitable hiding place. Although the Prince indulged in cozy furniture, but in places like the dining hall, bedroom and study, His Imperial Highness the Prince’s decor had immense strategic significance. This was because he had previously helped his assassin mentor calculate statistics, which revealed that the above-mentioned rooms were the best places for murder cases to occur.

The Prince’s bedroom was in a terrible mess. The female clothing that were scattered all over the floor very clearly spelled out the message of ”sex”. Of course these were things that outsiders could not see. Even the handmaidens who came to tidy up the room early in the morning did not dare take more than a few glances.

His Imperial Highness the Prince’s bed was extraordinarily huge. It may have been that the impression left on him from the decorations in the Perseus tearoom had not waned. His Imperial Highness the Prince himself chose the materials to carry out a remodeling of his huge bed. The bed curtains that were the same color as the curtains at the windows completely obscured the inner view. We can only pry through the slightly translucent tassels to see the fair bodies intertwined together inside.

Oscar was not too sure about how he ended up rolling around in bed with a beautiful young lady. Although the Prince had had quite a few partners, but those girls were all well-behaved, proper people. The youngster acquired from them only a small portion of pleasure that lovemaking brought. However, Oscar really did not care much at all and thus he had already forgotten some details of the happenings the previous night.

The girl that was sleeping soundly beside him was beautiful. Although it was not the kind of beauty that stood out, but her youthfulness was enough to cause you to catch your breath. The girl’s breathing rose and fell. She was too tired, so tired that even in her sleep, she wrinkled her eyebrows. However, the slightly raised corner of her mouth revealed some of her inner thoughts.

Oscar was not a careless boy. Moreover, his status did not allow him to have reckless relationships. However, when faced with a beautiful girl’s passionate invitation, it could be believed that no normal boy would be a wet blanket. So everything happened very naturally.

The little miss Fenrar Donarte had already passed the age of a little girl. She would not consider that she had fallen in love with His Imperial Highness the Prince. Likewise, His Imperial Highness the Prince’s gentle and soft touch did not mean anything. Ever since she could remember, she had lived in Damorga. She and the youngster who held her were extremely clear about the true meaning of survival. So, Fenrar’s method of offering herself to His Imperial Highness the Prince to indulge in their passion together was seen as a type of method for survival, a kind of method to obtain a better environment for survival.

Despite that, the young lady would soon become a young married woman. Fenrar was full of gratitude towards the Prince’s consideration and tenderness. That kind of feeling was like... was like being loved, absolutely, truly being loved; but not long after, Little Miss Fenrar would start scolding herself. Only idiots would think this way. Back in Damorga, she had heard too many rumors about Brother Balance. She never thought that a person like him, knew how to love.

However, this had nothing to do with her, little miss Fenrar Donarte muttered in her heart. The sole purpose of doing this was so that she could live slightly better. After all, Brother Balance had given to her the thing that she found the most majestic and most valuable – freedom. She pulled the swan down blanket tighter and right after that, she smelled a scent that would make one flush in embarrassment. That was the smell of joyous love. At that moment, little Miss Fenrar firmly believed that it was agreeable with the air of freedom.

Oscar woke up. He turned his head to look at the girl beside him, and then kissed her breasts. This youngster loved that particular female anatomy the most. The girl’s body had some greenish-purple bruises. It seemed like he really put in a lot of energy last night. His Imperial Highness the Prince laughed at himself, thinking that way.

His Imperial Highness the Prince’s toilet was connected with the bathroom. The whole area was surprisingly spacious. All the equipment and accessories were the handiwork of a famous designer. The gold gilded handrails and black marble gave the toilet with a sense of grandeur. All the various little items inadvertently displayed their precious value.

Turning on the water tap, genuine water from the hot springs squirted out. However, the steam did not make the little prince warmer, instead he felt cold. The teenager stared at the splashes of water rolling over and over, somewhat entranced. He seemed to have lost himself in the void and infinite steam.

The first thing that Oscar did as soon as he woke up, naturally, was to relieve himself. However, truthfully speaking, the only thing that the teenager was not happy about was the toilet. Over there was an iron window that was used for ventilation. The cool breeze that came down from Mount Anubis would enter the prison cells there. When the teenager entered the toilet from the prison room that had a stove heater, he would usually experience pain when urinating. But please? This was Damorga! Damorga, for heaven's sake! It was a place filled with death and all sorts of filthy things.

The teenager daydreamed in the freezing cold toilet. He recalled the little girl he met at the concentration camp yesterday. The girl was about the same age as he. The boy was a little confused because the situation at that time appeared surreal. He saw her and she also saw him. He was one of the few people in Damorga prison who should not be angered. She was one of the very ordinary underage prostitutes in Damorga prison. In her arms were the remains of a goose leg from her dinner with the warden. A few bodyguards escorted himself. Only an old tattered cotton shirt was draped over her frail and tiny body. Her mother had already discussed the price with that lanky fellow and the price was those winter clothes.

Oscar had not had nightmares in a very long time, but last night he dreamt of that little girl. The girl looked towards him with eyes that seemed to hold a lot of meaning. And Oscar remembered that the girl's gaze never had a ripple in it. The nightmare was very bizarre. The boy and girl were focused in looking at the rear view of a person dismembering a human body. There was no fresh blood spurting out, because the weather was too cold. When blood was exposed to the atmosphere it would freeze quickly. They continued looking on in concentration. Their eyes did not blink even once. Their ears were filled with the sound of a knife sawing on frozen mincemeat.

”It should not be like this... It should not be like this...” Oscar held his head in his hands and squatted on the ground in agony.

You wouldn't believe that the heavily guarded inner fort of Damorga prison would have a place such as this. The snow was just cleared up by the guards and the shabby state of the tiny garden was revealed. A thin layer of snow outlined the crooked Chinese Parasol tree while the Italian-styled pavilion appeared quite amusing during the cold winter. As for the tiny shrubs along the small curb, they were now piled up with snow and presumably, people would rather believe that it was some kind of trench or something else.

During the summer this place would actually be filled with the serenity, elegance and greenery that could compete with any other place. However, it was winter now. The cold current that came from Anubis' towering mountains and precipitous ridges had completely robbed it of its vitality.

Towering forts and iron windows surrounded this garden. The limestone revealed its distinctive greenish light seen only during the winter. The guard's slogan echoed through the courtyard walls that were toweringly high, like that of a heavenly well. No one would like this kind of place. However, for the big shots imprisoned in Damorga, this was the only recreation for them when they were let out once each week. So there was really nothing to be picky about.

Duke Cara Siva and his little tenant were taking a stroll through this lifeless garden. The old Duke could still be considered fit. The many years of prison life did not bring him much harm; at least, that was what he thought.

Duke Siva was the famous representative of Enreud School at that time. His editorials and articles were thought of highly in the Westland’s Religious World. However, clearly, he was not a very outstanding politician. This is because an outstanding politician would not get himself sent to Damorga prison.

Oscar followed the landlord who also acted as his teacher and walked on slowly. The child’s eagerness in learning made the old teacher feel extremely gratified. The previous Secretary of State personally instructed the teenager to read and write step-by-step. Oscar was familiar with those words and he remembered that his beautiful mother had guided him this way before. Even during the final moments of her life, she did not forget to let her son recite a segment of religious eulogy.

However, Duke Cara Siva did not teach the child anything related to religion. Although the Duke had sought a very high position in the Holy See of Light before, but he was essentially an atheist. As to how he managed to get through the Holy See’s evaluation, was a wonder.

Oscar was thinking, he hoped that this respected and reputable teacher could help him answer a question this morning, but it was evident, that this little chubby boy did not fully understand the old Duke’s answer.

”Why is it like this? Why is the world this way?”

”Morality and the ways of the world are always in collision. Was the world originally like this? No, but how did it became like this? The answer is that any explanation is useless. It has its own existing reasons, once the reasons are found, then you would have found the crux.”

The concentration camp was already used to this unique teenager’s presence. The secret agents already notified the few restless guys that his ten-year-old youngster was under the strict protection of the military. Moreover, he himself was an extremely dangerous fellow. So, let him be, as long as he did not cause trouble.

Oscar once again sighed at the dilapidated and miserable sight before him. He had already wondered for quite some time, whether the living things here could still be called humans.

Every year the cold current would snatch away the lives of a portion of the criminals on penal servitude. However, some say that they were the lucky few, because the remaining guys who were still struggling on whilst at death’s door still had to face a life that had not a single ray of light.

A rotten log could not bear the weight of the accumulated snow, and the whole tiny shack collapsed with a loud rumble. The cemetery-like concentration camp suddenly bustled with noise and excitement for a while. The criminals crowded over to mock the affected family living there after the calamity.

Oscar was also among the crowd of onlookers. A cold sneer was seen playing at the corners of Oscar’s lips. This was what he had learned from the ”Hedgehog”. Sarlat the Paladin’s rapier skills were famously fast, and his horrid appearance and signature sneer were also extremely well known. Oscar learned his high-speed rapier attack combo, and also imitated the previous Paladin’s annoying expression.

The youngster felt that the soles of his feet were cold. He motioned to the Imperial guards that they could leave this hell. That household’s performance was too poor. The woman was crying, the child was throwing a tantrum and the man was cursing, absolutely nothing was new.

On the way, people respectfully saluted the youngster continuously. There was no lack of well-informed people here. It was not easy to meet the Marshal’s son.

Oscar felt his way forwards on the dirty, snowy ground. There were always some disgusting things hiding beneath the layer of snow, for example, corpses with disassembled limbs, or perhaps a dead newly born infant. Although they were already used to it, but if they come across it, one would still feel more or less unfortunate.

The youngster walked towards a shack. He took out a bag of oat cookies that were wrapped in a handkerchief in his arms. They smelled delicious and they were still warm.

The closer to the door, the clearer the noises in it were. The youngster wrinkled his eyebrows slightly. He heard some malicious shouting and scolding and it seemed like they kept to a steady tempo.

As he drew closer still, Oscar heard the moaning of a teenage girl. No instructions were needed, the Marshal’s son took a step backwards and the guard beside him viciously kicked down the dilapidated wooden door.

Before the door was forced open, Oscar turned away. His subconscious did not want to see certain scenes.

The guards dashed into the house. After a brief bawl, a petty man holding his pants embarrassedly ran out into the snowfields.

Oscar turned around to enter the house, but when he saw the teenage girl, his face instantly reddened.

The little girl was naked and hanged upside down, on the beam of the room. Her lower parts were badly mangled. Her anus was expanded to a horrifying width. The guards were trying hard to loosen the ropes. That fellow seemed to have tied it really tightly.

Oscar did not know what to say. He also did not know why he should ask the guards to find out where this girl was staying. General Moranzo had warned him about the dangers of the concentration camp not only once, but he still came.

The guards stood outside the door. The small wooden house only had the two children left – Two children who were absolutely not normal.

”What is your name?”