Chapter 369 - The Ark Of Kris Agaraterum

"I promise, I'll find a way to cure you. I will never give up or forgive the one that poisoned you. And by hook or by crook, I'll find a way to wake you up again."

That was the promise he made. The driving force that kept him going. And created a journey of life within the poison arts for Kris. Unfortunately, it was a life ridden with anguish and pain. Mockery and theft to find what he needed.

Kris was born into a lavish family, he knew nothing but wealth and greed. Yes, that was his life when he was a child. He was showered with gifts and praise. He played with new toys and wore the newest clothes. But he still clung to his mother, who gave the most caring smile.

They were the Agaraterum Family, the distant relatives to the Dalles. Thus, this explains their wealth and living status. They were part of the alliance of the Five Kings, but they only helped to supply the Kings with their weaponry.

Because of the amount of trade they did, they were known by a lot of the mafia. Even Ashley has bought supplies from them. And their clientele was paying exorbitant prices for it. That's why Kris was born with a silver spoon.

Unfortunately, it was shoved up his arse as he turned into a monster when he grew up. Playing with the village kids became a torment for the new parents as Kris would constantly poke fun of the poor kids. Parents would beat the ever-loving daylights out of him.

But they would be silenced a day after. Anyone who dared touch a family belonging to the Dalles would be silenced in an instant. Because of this, Kris never understood the weight of his words and actions. He then took up a new hobby; sabotaging.

The church was threatening to kick him out of service as Kris had messed with the priest's children. And the fact that he had picked the wrong person to mess with, which was an older kid. She was quite big-sized as she started down at Kris' scrawny feature.

The older girl looked at Kris as if she was looking at an ant. Her eyes were fierce and her stature looked menacing as she stared down at Kris. The boy was on the floor with a single push from the giant girl. He could hardly muster his strength to get back up.

Kris' mother came rushing to find what was wrong since they were right in the middle of the town. Everyone stared at the scene with disgust. They knew that Kris had beaten the smaller boy a few moments ago, and that girl was his elder sister.

Without missing a beat, the girl grabbed onto Kris' collar and hoisted him up with both hands. The boy looked confused as snot and tears ran down his face. She began to shake him vigorously until he could stop wailing. Kris' mother was confused. Onlookers showed no emotion.

"Don't. Touch. My. Baby. Brother," demanded the burly girl, shaking every time she said a word.

That was the very first time Kris felt fear pump through his veins. But it was slowly covered with overwhelming anger and frustration. As the girl picked up her baby brother and proceeded to walk away, Kris got hold of a large rock and threw it at the girl.

It was the first time his mother had seen her son do such a thing. Her hands shook as she tried to push that image away from her mind. She then stopped Kris and brought him back home. This was Kris' memory, but the next one is something that he wasn't aware of.

The whole spell allows the victims to see into their past and realize the truth. It was like taking a frame out of Time and trapping them inside. And the current Kris was looking at his past events unfolding before his eyes. And the truth.

He was looking at his mother, who was surrounded by letters and papers. All of them were villagers who wrote in to complain about Kris' behaviors. And she was staring at the latest letter, that was from the parents of the burly girl.

It was a threat, stating that if Kris does not change his ways, then they will have him taken away to another Domain. He had injured the youngest nephew of the Midford Family, who was Vernice's cousin.. And at the time, the title Marquess towers over the title of Earl.