I had a little brother who was two years younger than me. And unlike me, he was a good kid. A cute little tyke. He was my treasure. The person I loved most in this world.
And that cute little brother of mine loved his family.
He loved our father. Our motherâŠ. Me. And I loved him right back.
Love was all we really had since our house was extremely poor. Every day it was hard just having enough for everyone to eat. But no matter what, my little brother never stopped smiling. Even on the days when the food ran out or the cold was unbearable, that smile made everything better.
So I smiled too.
And so did our parents. We might not have had much, but we had a loving familyâŠ. Is what I thought.
But then that fateful day came. It was a horrifyingly, disgustingly sunny day when I realized just how wrong I was.
Everything had seemed normal until a couple men that Iâd never seen before showed up outside our house.
My mother had smiled like they were good friends and invited them in. She served them a meal even though we barely had enough for ourselves. And then afterwards my father had accepted a huge purse of gold from them.
Then, without a word, the men had stood up, walked over to my precious little brother, and stuffed him screaming and kicking into a burlap sack.
My parents didnât even flinch. They just continued to smile while they watched them do it.
I wasnât stupid. I knew exactly what was going on. I realized that they were selling us. And thatâs when I knew that the only people who actually understood what love was in that household were my little brother and I. My parents didnât even spare an ounce of affection for us.
And in that moment I wanted to kill someone for the first time in my life.
I pulled out the dagger that had been sheathed at my waist. It was something that my father had given to me. And I killed the men with it. I killed my parents too. I stabbed them over and over. Over and over and over again.
Normally Iâm someone who canât handle the sight of blood, but that day the whole room was awash in red but I couldnât stop. I still remember the whole scene vividly. That scene and my crime have been branded permanently into my memory.
When all was over, I felt so empty as the tears fell.
My whole world. Everything I thought I knew had come crashing down around me that day.
My own family, who I had loved more than anything, had betrayed me. And my poor little brother who had been stuffed into a sackâŠ. I could count the number of times that he had been able to eat his fill on just one hand. And that poor little brother had been crushed to death beneath the men that I had just killed.
All alone I had buried my little brotherâs body on the small hill next to my house.
And then I just stayed there. For days on end, I sat beside his grave and grieved. It was a place that I had loved. It was a place where my beloved brother, the only person who truly loved me in this world, had liked to take naps during the day, so just being there soothed my heart just the tiniest bit. It was the only place left that held any meaning for me.
More days passed and I didnât move. After a while even the hunger and thirst that had been gnawing at me just faded away to nothingness. Even the passage of time seemed to draw to a standstill as I sat on that hill.
Until he came.
âSo youâre the kid from that house?â
The one who finally found me, somehow still alive after all that time, was FlĂŒgel Rodernetz.
The young prince had come to give my parents a warning since they hadnât payed their taxes and he must have ended up seeing that horrible scene. He probably opened an investigation into what had happened which is how he found out about my existence.
Seeing me sitting there empty-eyed, nearly dead, FlĂŒgel must have taken pity on me. Since after that he took me into his custody. He fabricated the investigation reports, saying that the Arkwright family had died due to a group suicide. He even went so far as to spread that information around so that no one would question what really happened.
And then after that FlĂŒgel peremptorily made me his servant. He didnât ask and I had no room to refuse, not that I would have wanted to. From that day on, he never gave me any orders, but he reminded me of my sins often, demanding that I remember them.
âOz, youâre a sinner. Never forget that. Youâve killed people. You know the feeling of cutting into another personâs flesh. The smell of their blood. Their horrified, tortured expressions as they died.â
Never forget your sin. That was the only thing that FlĂŒgel asked of me.
âAs long as you never forget that, youâll be able to live as a strong and good person. Youâll be someone who will never make the same mistake again.â
FlĂŒgel is always right. Heâs always sincere and honest. Unlike me, heâs a good person. If itâs him, he might be able to see the real me. The one hidden behind the murderer that Iâve become.
In the deepest reaches of my heart, FlĂŒgel became my lifeâs savior. He was the one person that made up my whole world.
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After Cecile and FlĂŒgel had come to an agreement, the whole incident was considered closed so they finally unlocked my handcuffs. FlĂŒgel, once again looking at all the bruises and cuts all over me, turns apologetic eyes towards me. All traces of the crazed obsession that had been in his eyes when he ordered me to kill Cecile Alldington have disappeared completely.
âLetâs go get those looked at. The clinic ought to have everything we need to treat your wounds.â
âIâm fine. What about you? Did you hit your head or anything when you collapsed?â
My master shakes his head and then gives me a wan smile.
âIâm sorry for getting you caught up in all this.â
âYou better be.â
Part of me wants to yell and scream and demand that he give me back all the time that I spent agonizing over his orders, but only a small part. Iâve already forgiven him. Since to me, FlĂŒgel is the one constant, the one absolute thing in my life. So that snarky reply will be the only complaint he ever hears from me about this.
âYou should both go get some medical attention. Your Highness, at the very least you should probably get some rest. I would think your mind could use a break after everything that happened today. Oswell, you too. My servant overdid it a bit today. So let me take care of those wounds for you,â Cecile says, offering me a hand to help me up off the ground.
Although her words and actions suggest that sheâs okay with all this, I can still see a vein on her temple twitching a bit and her expression seems somewhat stiff. Butâs only natural that sheâd be mad. Since I did try to hurt her.
For a moment I hesitate, wondering if itâs okay for me to accept her outstretched hand or not. But, having her nurse me back to health does sound quite appealing.
Just as Iâm about to grab onto her delicate, white hand, another hand reaches out and smacks mine away.
âI overdid it? You must be joking. This isnât nearly enough considering what he tried to do to you. Thereâs also no need for you to take care of him, Ojousama.â
With a look of pure hostility, Ashley Carlyle blatantly glares down at me before tugging Cecile a few steps away.
âAshleyâŠ. letâs call it a day, okay? Youâre clearly on edge from lack of sleep.â
âIf you know that Iâm already in a bad mood, then you shouldnât try my patience further by getting so close to other people.â
âAh, jeezâŠ..â
Although Cecile sighs as if sheâs giving into him, she doesnât look the least bit troubled by Carlyleâs actions. On the contrary, she actually looks like sheâs enjoying the situation immensely.
It seems like I wasnât able to make you mine in the end after all, Cecile Alldington.
I donât wait any longer, I stand up by myself. I then offer my hand to my master to help pull him up off the ground as well.
A slightly bitter smile finds its way onto FlĂŒgelâs face.
âRight from the start, you really didnât have a chance, did youâŠâ
âYouâre the one who was ruthlessly rejected today, not me.â
Though in a way, I guess I was as well. But itâs fine. Iâll just pretend Iâve gone back to the time before I entered the academy.
âAnyways, Iâm done with love affairs for the time being. Iâm just going to throw myself into my work.â