Chapter 88
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The next day, Blanche walked into her second son's bedroom with both sons in tow, as well as her younger brother.
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She wanted to see just who had the audacity to dare and infringe on the Rothschild main family. Just because they were related by blood didn't mean that they would get off lightly. She hated traitors with a burning passion, and they would get their reckoning. She would make sure of it.
No, she was going to make them pay. Slowly and painfully.
She would not rest until every single one of those idiots had met a painful end for daring to try something like this.
She immediately paused upon stepping in.
For a brief moment, she thought she entered the wrong room.
Why, you ask?
Why, that would because there was a naked man spread eagle on Kieran's bed, for all intents and purposes, knocked out.
Dietrich took one look and snorted, laughing.
"Haha, my dear younger brother. Didn't expect that you have such unique tastes."
Kieran made a low sound that was a cross between a groan and a sound of disgust, glaring at Dietrich. At least the servants had come in and cleared out the other dead bodies. The room looked spotless besides the bed. "It's not what it looks like," he said defensively.
Sometimes, Kieran wondered if the servants just liked to fuck with him lowkey. Surely, they would have been able to move him to another room, which was why he had been so surprised when they redirected his mother to his room.
"Oh, I'm sure it's exactly what it looks like."
Kieran growled.
"At least he's apprehended properly," Blanche said, looking at the runes drawn in blood that kept the man from escaping the bonds. "I didn't know you knew how to use runes, Kieran."
Kieran shook his head. "It wasn't me. Uncle did all the work," he said, his chin jerking in Alec's direction.
Blanche and Dietrich turned surprised looks at Alec, then exchanged a glance.
"I suppose that makes more sense."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean," Kieran hissed, getting into a fight with his brother.
Blanche and Alec ignored them, going up to the bound man.
Balance was in a terrific mood. Her suspicions about Alec being a Sin was all but confirmed. This was the first time that she'd ever gotten close to another one of her Societype without any discriminations in the way.
Though… it was rather cleaner than she thought it'd be.
You see, regarding the fights that Sins left behind after finishing, there was usually a terribly large mess. That most people weren't able to stomach.
This time, however, it had seemed relatively tame for a Sin Societype, though she knew that she shouldn't stereotype.
Whether it was the way they went about it or to satisfy some raw, primal urges within them, there was usually blood and gore splattered everywhere, as if they enjoyed causing as much as a mess as possible.
Now, Blanche was a bit confused whether or not Alec was really a Sin. Instincts told her that he was, but the evidence provided pointed at the contrary.
In the end, she just gave up. What use was there to define the Societype that he was born with? As long as he continued acting like he was now and didn't change, she wouldn't have a problem.
Blanche took out a dagger that had been hidden in one of her dress pockets.
Alec raised a brow, realizing that it was made out of the familiar material of the dragon scale that had quite literally dropped itself into his lap as it descended from the skies.
The dagger was a pure, silvery-white, but it didn't glisten in the light. There were still faint traces of magic that Alec could feel emitting from it.
"They made it pretty well," Blanche said, showing it to him. "We tested how well it would come out if it was made as a dagger, but it's even better than I imagined."
Alec ran fingers over it, nodding. Just like the scale, it wasn't cool to the touch. In fact, it seemed to be gently pulsing as he held it. How strange.
Alec handed it back, wondering if she was doing to use it to stab the man on Kieran's bed.
Blanche eyed the blade happily, then plunged it down into the passed-out traitor.
Jack woke up with a scream as the pain seemed to incinerate him from inside out, leaving him with a burning feeling even when the blade left his body. His back arched off the bed, before collapsing back.
He was unable to move further off the bed, nor move any of his limbs. Although he wanted to use his magic reflexively, the room was completely lighted up, not giving him any leeway.
"W-what," he rasped, his eyes swivelling.
Blanche eyed the dagger in surprise. "Oh, the blood doesn't stick."
Jack's eyes flitted from Blanche to Kieran to Dietrich, before finally resting on Alec's smiling face.
The Rothschild branch family member tensed up seeing the familiar smile.
Even though there was no blood on the child's face, the smile was all too familiar, bringing the memories of last night immediately to the forefront. Just looking at the smile was enough for the memory of the scent of fresh blood to be scented.
Jack gasped, trembling. His face was pale, and his eyes were unable to look away from the monster clad in human skin, let he make any moves while Jack wasn't aware. The whisperer of death, clad in an innocent guise, terrified him more than anything had ever done so before.
Jack had a premonition.
He would not be escaping death today.
-
Nice as it was to stay at the Rothschild Family Mansion, Alec started to get a little restless.
Alec closed the book that he was reading. Just as he was about to leave the house and follow up with Hong Jun, Dietrich and Kieran came in, one grinning, one smirking.
"Uncle let's go. The blacksmiths are here."
Alec placed the book down on the table, following them out.
Inside the tearoom, there were three people sitting.
Alec was surprised to see Elias seated in the tearoom together with the two blacksmiths. Then, it clicked. Ah, was Elias learning a thing or two from them?
"We're blacksmiths from the Crafter's Alliance. Mercedes and Sylvain, at your service. This is Elias, our apprentice."
Sylvain shot a glare at Mercedes but maintained his professional decorum. "Yes, you can be rest assured to leave the crafting in our hands. Have you already seen the sample that we produced?"
Alec nodded. "Yes. I'm satisfied with it." He slid them a few blueprints that he wanted to be made. "I'll leave this with you. However, I'd like if you could leave some to be made by your apprentice."
Mercedes and Sylvain were obviously surprised. "Are you sure, young master? Elias has-"
Alec blinked, tilting his head.
Both blacksmiths shut up, sweating. There was an untold pressure in the room that seemed to warn them to stop talking.
Elias mouthed a thanks to Alec, smiling.
He'd been surprised when he learnt about where they were going this morning, having just left from here…
He never expected that Alec was the client! Just where had he procured a dragon scale, of all things?
Really. The younger boy just surprised him more and more every time. By now, Elias wondered if there was anything that Alec couldn't do.
"Then, I shall leave the rest of the dragon scale for the Rothschilds. Please discuss with them what form they'd like it made in."
"Oh, of course."
Alec nodded, sweeping out of the room.
There were still things he needed to check. The sooner the better.
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The next day, Blanche walked into her second son's bedroom with both sons in tow, as well as her younger brother.
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She wanted to see just who had the audacity to dare and infringe on the Rothschild main family. Just because they were related by blood didn't mean that they would get off lightly. She hated traitors with a burning passion, and they would get their reckoning. She would make sure of it.
No, she was going to make them pay. Slowly and painfully.
She would not rest until every single one of those idiots had met a painful end for daring to try something like this.
She immediately paused upon stepping in.
For a brief moment, she thought she entered the wrong room.
Why, you ask?
Why, that would because there was a naked man spread eagle on Kieran's bed, for all intents and purposes, knocked out.
Dietrich took one look and snorted, laughing.
"Haha, my dear younger brother. Didn't expect that you have such unique tastes."
Kieran made a low sound that was a cross between a groan and a sound of disgust, glaring at Dietrich. At least the servants had come in and cleared out the other dead bodies. The room looked spotless besides the bed. "It's not what it looks like," he said defensively.
Sometimes, Kieran wondered if the servants just liked to fuck with him lowkey. Surely, they would have been able to move him to another room, which was why he had been so surprised when they redirected his mother to his room.
"Oh, I'm sure it's exactly what it looks like."
Kieran growled.
"At least he's apprehended properly," Blanche said, looking at the runes drawn in blood that kept the man from escaping the bonds. "I didn't know you knew how to use runes, Kieran."
Kieran shook his head. "It wasn't me. Uncle did all the work," he said, his chin jerking in Alec's direction.
Blanche and Dietrich turned surprised looks at Alec, then exchanged a glance.
"I suppose that makes more sense."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean," Kieran hissed, getting into a fight with his brother.
Blanche and Alec ignored them, going up to the bound man.
Balance was in a terrific mood. Her suspicions about Alec being a Sin was all but confirmed. This was the first time that she'd ever gotten close to another one of her Societype without any discriminations in the way.
Though… it was rather cleaner than she thought it'd be.
You see, regarding the fights that Sins left behind after finishing, there was usually a terribly large mess. That most people weren't able to stomach.
This time, however, it had seemed relatively tame for a Sin Societype, though she knew that she shouldn't stereotype.
Whether it was the way they went about it or to satisfy some raw, primal urges within them, there was usually blood and gore splattered everywhere, as if they enjoyed causing as much as a mess as possible.
Now, Blanche was a bit confused whether or not Alec was really a Sin. Instincts told her that he was, but the evidence provided pointed at the contrary.
In the end, she just gave up. What use was there to define the Societype that he was born with? As long as he continued acting like he was now and didn't change, she wouldn't have a problem.
Blanche took out a dagger that had been hidden in one of her dress pockets.
Alec raised a brow, realizing that it was made out of the familiar material of the dragon scale that had quite literally dropped itself into his lap as it descended from the skies.
The dagger was a pure, silvery-white, but it didn't glisten in the light. There were still faint traces of magic that Alec could feel emitting from it.
"They made it pretty well," Blanche said, showing it to him. "We tested how well it would come out if it was made as a dagger, but it's even better than I imagined."
Alec ran fingers over it, nodding. Just like the scale, it wasn't cool to the touch. In fact, it seemed to be gently pulsing as he held it. How strange.
Alec handed it back, wondering if she was doing to use it to stab the man on Kieran's bed.
Blanche eyed the blade happily, then plunged it down into the passed-out traitor.
Jack woke up with a scream as the pain seemed to incinerate him from inside out, leaving him with a burning feeling even when the blade left his body. His back arched off the bed, before collapsing back.
He was unable to move further off the bed, nor move any of his limbs. Although he wanted to use his magic reflexively, the room was completely lighted up, not giving him any leeway.
"W-what," he rasped, his eyes swivelling.
Blanche eyed the dagger in surprise. "Oh, the blood doesn't stick."
Jack's eyes flitted from Blanche to Kieran to Dietrich, before finally resting on Alec's smiling face.
The Rothschild branch family member tensed up seeing the familiar smile.
Even though there was no blood on the child's face, the smile was all too familiar, bringing the memories of last night immediately to the forefront. Just looking at the smile was enough for the memory of the scent of fresh blood to be scented.
Jack gasped, trembling. His face was pale, and his eyes were unable to look away from the monster clad in human skin, let he make any moves while Jack wasn't aware. The whisperer of death, clad in an innocent guise, terrified him more than anything had ever done so before.
Jack had a premonition.
He would not be escaping death today.
-
Nice as it was to stay at the Rothschild Family Mansion, Alec started to get a little restless.
Alec closed the book that he was reading. Just as he was about to leave the house and follow up with Hong Jun, Dietrich and Kieran came in, one grinning, one smirking.
"Uncle let's go. The blacksmiths are here."
Alec placed the book down on the table, following them out.
Inside the tearoom, there were three people sitting.
Alec was surprised to see Elias seated in the tearoom together with the two blacksmiths. Then, it clicked. Ah, was Elias learning a thing or two from them?
"We're blacksmiths from the Crafter's Alliance. Mercedes and Sylvain, at your service. This is Elias, our apprentice."
Sylvain shot a glare at Mercedes but maintained his professional decorum. "Yes, you can be rest assured to leave the crafting in our hands. Have you already seen the sample that we produced?"
Alec nodded. "Yes. I'm satisfied with it." He slid them a few blueprints that he wanted to be made. "I'll leave this with you. However, I'd like if you could leave some to be made by your apprentice."
Mercedes and Sylvain were obviously surprised. "Are you sure, young master? Elias has-"
Alec blinked, tilting his head.
Both blacksmiths shut up, sweating. There was an untold pressure in the room that seemed to warn them to stop talking.
Elias mouthed a thanks to Alec, smiling.
He'd been surprised when he learnt about where they were going this morning, having just left from here…
He never expected that Alec was the client! Just where had he procured a dragon scale, of all things?
Really. The younger boy just surprised him more and more every time. By now, Elias wondered if there was anything that Alec couldn't do.
"Then, I shall leave the rest of the dragon scale for the Rothschilds. Please discuss with them what form they'd like it made in."
"Oh, of course."
Alec nodded, sweeping out of the room.
There were still things he needed to check. The sooner the better.
The next day, Blanche walked into her second son's bedroom with both sons in tow, as well as her younger brother. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. She wanted to see just who had the audacity to dare and infringe on the Rothschild main family. Just because they were related by blood didn't mean that they would get off lightly. She hated traitors with a burning passion, and they would get their reckoning. She would make sure of it.No, she was going to make them pay. Slowly and painfully.She would not rest until every single one of those idiots had met a painful end for daring to try something like this.She immediately paused upon stepping in.For a brief moment, she thought she entered the wrong room.Why, you ask?Why, that would because there was a naked man spread eagle on Kieran's bed, for all intents and purposes, knocked out.Dietrich took one look and snorted, laughing."Haha, my dear younger brother. Didn't expect that you have such unique tastes."Kieran made a low sound that was a cross between a groan and a sound of disgust, glaring at Dietrich. At least the servants had come in and cleared out the other dead bodies. The room looked spotless besides the bed. "It's not what it looks like," he said defensively.Sometimes, Kieran wondered if the servants just liked to fuck with him lowkey. Surely, they would have been able to move him to another room, which was why he had been so surprised when they redirected his mother to his room."Oh, I'm sure it's exactly what it looks like."Kieran growled."At least he's apprehended properly," Blanche said, looking at the runes drawn in blood that kept the man from escaping the bonds. "I didn't know you knew how to use runes, Kieran."Kieran shook his head. "It wasn't me. Uncle did all the work," he said, his chin jerking in Alec's direction.Blanche and Dietrich turned surprised looks at Alec, then exchanged a glance."I suppose that makes more sense.""Hey! What's that supposed to mean," Kieran hissed, getting into a fight with his brother.Blanche and Alec ignored them, going up to the bound man.Balance was in a terrific mood. Her suspicions about Alec being a Sin was all but confirmed. This was the first time that she'd ever gotten close to another one of her Societype without any discriminations in the way.Though it was rather cleaner than she thought it'd be.You see, regarding the fights that Sins left behind after finishing, there was usually a terribly large mess. That most people weren't able to stomach.This time, however, it had seemed relatively tame for a Sin Societype, though she knew that she shouldn't stereotype.Whether it was the way they went about it or to satisfy some raw, primal urges within them, there was usually blood and gore splattered everywhere, as if they enjoyed causing as much as a mess as possible.Now, Blanche was a bit confused whether or not Alec was really a Sin. Instincts told her that he was, but the evidence provided pointed at the contrary.In the end, she just gave up. What use was there to define the Societype that he was born with? As long as he continued acting like he was now and didn't change, she wouldn't have a problem.Blanche took out a dagger that had been hidden in one of her dress pockets.Alec raised a brow, realizing that it was made out of the familiar material of the dragon scale that had quite literally dropped itself into his lap as it descended from the skies.The dagger was a pure, silvery-white, but it didn't glisten in the light. There were still faint traces of magic that Alec could feel emitting from it."They made it pretty well," Blanche said, showing it to him. "We tested how well it would come out if it was made as a dagger, but it's even better than I imagined."Alec ran fingers over it, nodding. Just like the scale, it wasn't cool to the touch. In fact, it seemed to be gently pulsing as he held it. How strange.Alec handed it back, wondering if she was doing to use it to stab the man on Kieran's bed.Blanche eyed the blade happily, then plunged it down into the passed-out traitor.Jack woke up with a scream as the pain seemed to incinerate him from inside out, leaving him with a burning feeling even when the blade left his body. His back arched off the bed, before collapsing back.He was unable to move further off the bed, nor move any of his limbs. Although he wanted to use his magic reflexively, the room was completely lighted up, not giving him any leeway."W-what," he rasped, his eyes swivelling.Blanche eyed the dagger in surprise. "Oh, the blood doesn't stick."Jack's eyes flitted from Blanche to Kieran to Dietrich, before finally resting on Alec's smiling face.The Rothschild branch family member tensed up seeing the familiar smile.Even though there was no blood on the child's face, the smile was all too familiar, bringing the memories of last night immediately to the forefront. Just looking at the smile was enough for the memory of the scent of fresh blood to be scented.Jack gasped, trembling. His face was pale, and his eyes were unable to look away from the monster clad in human skin, let he make any moves while Jack wasn't aware. The whisperer of death, clad in an innocent guise, terrified him more than anything had ever done so before.Jack had a premonition.He would not be escaping death today.-Nice as it was to stay at the Rothschild Family Mansion, Alec started to get a little restless.Alec closed the book that he was reading. Just as he was about to leave the house and follow up with Hong Jun, Dietrich and Kieran came in, one grinning, one smirking."Uncle let's go. The blacksmiths are here."Alec placed the book down on the table, following them out.Inside the tearoom, there were three people sitting.Alec was surprised to see Elias seated in the tearoom together with the two blacksmiths. Then, it clicked. Ah, was Elias learning a thing or two from them?"We're blacksmiths from the Crafter's Alliance. Mercedes and Sylvain, at your service. This is Elias, our apprentice."Sylvain shot a glare at Mercedes but maintained his professional decorum. "Yes, you can be rest assured to leave the crafting in our hands. Have you already seen the sample that we produced?"Alec nodded. "Yes. I'm satisfied with it." He slid them a few blueprints that he wanted to be made. "I'll leave this with you. However, I'd like if you could leave some to be made by your apprentice."Mercedes and Sylvain were obviously surprised. "Are you sure, young master? Elias has-"Alec blinked, tilting his head.Both blacksmiths shut up, sweating. There was an untold pressure in the room that seemed to warn them to stop talking.Elias mouthed a thanks to Alec, smiling.He'd been surprised when he learnt about where they were going this morning, having just left from hereHe never expected that Alec was the client! Just where had he procured a dragon scale, of all things?Really. The younger boy just surprised him more and more every time. By now, Elias wondered if there was anything that Alec couldn't do."Then, I shall leave the rest of the dragon scale for the Rothschilds. Please discuss with them what form they'd like it made in.""Oh, of course."Alec nodded, sweeping out of the room.There were still things he needed to check. The sooner the better.
