Sleeping in an ignorant dream, forgetting the existence of the "self".

It was like floating in a tunnel of time and space, and the broken scenes that were so close to each other seemed to be screened through a transparent water curtain.

"Is this...my child?"

The strange and familiar young man seemed to be at a loss in his voice.

"Your Highness, congratulations on having an heir! In this way, we will have no worries in the future. Please start implementing the plan as soon as possible." Another person next to him said excitedly.

But compared to the unconcealed impatient person's tone, the man hesitated.

"Is it really good to get the kids in too..."

"Your Highness! Are you going to pick up the meaningless heart of compassion again now?!" The person who seemed to be subordinate immediately raised his voice.

"Have you forgotten the blood hatred that our country has carried? My comrades who have sacrificed their lives to protect the Grand Duke and you, how sad it would be if you see your cowardly look--"

"No, I will never forget!" The man grabbed the corner of the bedding of the child who was sleeping in his arms.

"I understand, this... is the fate of our Laird family."

He slowly stretched out his palm and pressed it against the child's forehead.

In an instant, the endless darkness that broke through the picture drowned everything-

You can't see or hear anything. Even if you want to reach out, you can only touch an empty void.

In this darker than the night, Wien suddenly felt something.

Perhaps, this is the memory left by this body.

Why did it suddenly emerge at this time?

It was because I "contacted" with the O'Neal family during the day? Thinking about it carefully, I did have a very short moment at that time, and I felt a strange discomfort with the existence of [Light].

Perhaps it has been a long time, or it may have only been a short moment, and a new picture has been unfolding in front of you.

“—I’m sorry, Selma.”

The man, who should be considered his biological father, stood in front of a simple tombstone with a young child.

"You brought me the most unforgettable and happy time... Now even leaving me, I chose the most suitable time." His voice was very soft. "Thank you for not having to struggle."

The young child was confused and did not understand what the scene in front of him meant.

Standing in the cold wind for a while, the young child seemed to realize something and asked in panic: "Dad...where have you been going? We haven't seen her for several days."

Hearing his voice, the man turned around.

Among his hazel eyes, there is only indifference and scrutiny now.

"She suffered from an acute disease and left us forever."

Yes.

This person is Norman Laird.

When I realized this, I didn’t know when the perspective had changed. I was using the eyes of the young child to look at the person in front of me with my head held high.

"As for you," he paused for a moment before continuing, "Let's stay here for a long time. If one day I die and you don't have other brothers and sisters, it's your turn to bear this fate."

The words came from my ears were indifferent and ruthless.

"Pray...Pray, we will never meet again in the future."

The world was frozen at the moment when he reached over and patted his head.

Then, it collapsed violently around itself until all the scenes in front of it contracted into a point.

So he naturally understood that this is the so-called "seed" of the magic of darkness.

The pure and colorless ground under my feet was gradually stained with darkness, and countless tiny sounds and memory fragments poured into my mind from all directions, like sharp blades constantly piercing and stirring.

"You monster! You are not a beast of our family's bloodline at all!" The children cheered harshly.

"Get out! Bad species, get out!"

The sludge-like shadows crawled out of the dark ground, like evil spirits from hell.

Strong resentment, pain, and...the desire for warmth, all kinds of distracting thoughts emerged, wanting to occupy Vien's thoughts.

The shadow wrapped around his legs, as if he wanted to drag him into the mud.

However, Wien's expression was still calm, and he kicked away the shadows that were climbing away.

Maybe I just saw a poor story and met a poor person.

But what does that have to do with yourself?

A story is just a story.

What you want to get when you come to this world has never changed at all.

And... it's all gotten.

He silently recited the strange spell in his heart, heading towards the source of all malice and desire - that "seed" that was almost insignificant.

The seemingly ferocious shadows were endless, and under his trampling, they were simply vulnerable.

I don’t know if I realized the crisis of the current situation, but the strange shadows suddenly gathered forward at an extremely fast speed, and finally turned into a shadow that was exactly the same as his body shape in front of Vinn.

Standing in front of his own shadow, Vine finally stopped.

He looked at the existence of no facial features, just a body-like existence.

According to the information learned from previous secret investigations, the Dark Magic seems to be able to infinitely amplify a person's evil thoughts until it completely distorts the caster's thinking. However, the [malice] I have experienced at the moment is more like targeting the former self.

How to say...

There is a sense of déjà that the damage caused by the opponent can no longer keep up with the version.

"Why are you not angry?" Shadow let out a heavy breath. Behind this question, there seemed to be endless anger suppressing.

"What's angry?" Wien did not detect the node in this space that connects with the outside world.

"Your adorable father abandoned you, but you expected to be close to your playmates but rejected you-"

"But there are not only those in my life, aren't it?" Wien calmly interrupted the negative hints imposed by the shadow.

Perhaps these are the most painful memories in Vienne's heart, but it is obviously not the case in her eyes today.

So, this seed was not actually synchronized to its later experiences?

Wien seemed to have some clarity.

"After that being said, are you an independent being?" He was a little concerned about this.

"Ha...hehehe...I'm you." Shadow laughed strangely, "The real you are hidden in your heart."

"—— Otherwise, how could I know those secret pasts?"

Tsk.
Chapter completed!