CH 89

‘Son?’

Axion stood blankly and looked at the Marquis, who embraced Cheshire.

He knew that Cheshire was the illegitimate son of a powerful person, but he didn’t know what kind of family it was.

‘Oh, it must have been Onyx’s bloodline.’

It was when Enoch asked out of nowhere about guardianship.

“If I leave it as it is, the child will die. I can’t help it.”

He didn’t say much, but a grim expression on his face replaced the remaining words.

The child would have been abused.

An illegitimate child born between the people with power and powerless people. 

Of course, he would have thought that he would only tarnish the image of the family in the lower class.

‘But it turned out to be DOS.’

Rumors of Cheshire spread across the Capital in just two days.

The unprecedented birth of Dos.

It was a truly remarkable thing for a mixed-blood person with a powerless person to receive the first rank.

‘Um, yeah. I get it.’

Axion nodded as he looked at the Marquis, who had an infinitely friendly expression.

The father who abused the child now came and did that.

Whether it’s an illegitimate child or whatever, the child’s rank is Dos, so he is trying to get him into the family again. 

“Whoa.”

The moment he guessed their situation, Axion unknowingly frowned and muttered,

“There is no such thing as conscience….”

At that moment, silence.

As the quiet voice rang out clearly, everyone looked back at Axion.

Marquis Onyx, Cheshire, and Lilith.

“Finish what you were doing.”

Axion shrugged his shoulders.

After clearing his throat a few times, the Marquis looked back at Cheshire.

“How have you been? I missed you.”

“….”

Cheshire looked confused.

Axion, who was watching, clicked his tongue.

“Why do you ask such a question like that? Of course, he has been doing well. No one beats him here.”

The Marquis looked back.

“…Your Excellency, Duke of Libre?”

“Ah, I’m talking to myself. You can finish it. A thrilling father-son reunion.”

“Hmm.” 

The Marquis looked at Cheshire again and smiled. The look on his face was that of an infinitely affectionate father.

“It hurts my heart to think of the things I couldn’t do because you weren’t home.”

“My heart hurts because I only remembered being beaten and starved—isn’t it?”

Again, everyone’s eyes turned to Axion.

“I talk to myself, talk to myself.” 

Axion shrugged and shivered again.

“I’d love to take you right now, but I’m going to need some time.”

“Mister!” 

At that time, Lilith, who was listening, intervened between Cheshire and the Marquis.

“Why are you taking Cheshire! Who do you think you are Mister!”

“Princess?” 

“You locked Cheshire in a room where it was always dark, smelly, and rats came out! You didn’t feed him! You hit him! You cursed him!” 

Lilith’s eyes were red as she shouted. Her eyes were filled with tears. 

Watching it, Axion slowly became angry.

“If anyone hears it, they’ll think it’s real. Princess, you’d better cover your words.”

“Then is it true, or is it a lie?”

The Marquis’s gaze over Lilith was cold.

No, it was more than cold.

When Axion saw the eyes staring at a seven-year-old girl like he was going to kill her, he wrinkled his brow.  

“Ah!”

Before long, the Marquis pushed Lilith aside.

“Lilith!”

Cheshire was surprised.

‘Is he crazy?’

Axion quickly grabbed Lilith as she stumbled and almost fell.

He bewildered. With what kind of spirit did he treat the gold branch and jade leaf of the Duke family like this? (t/n 금지옥엽 Gold branch and jade leaf, which means a precious and priceless child.)

‘Ah.’

However, Axion soon realized the reason and snorted.

He must have heard the rumors of Lilith, a Grade 4 Octava. 

No matter how scared Enoch is—.

‘You’re already thinking of taking advantage of your child.’

Cheshire is Dos of the younger generation.

A person of unprecedented ability who is expected to grow as much as Enoch Rubinstein.

If Cheshire becomes the head of the family, the status of the Marquis of Onyx will be enormous.

.

It takes only a moment for the game of power to change.

“Son.”

The Marquis put a hand on Chesier’s head.

However,

Tak—!

Cheshire’s touch was fierce.

“I’m not going.”

The Marquis’ eyes, which had stopped, became strange.

“Don’t come back again.”

“….

Despite the cold rejection, the Marquis didn’t seem embarrassed.

He just stared at Cheshire and smiled again.

“You must be very hurt because your father came too late.”

The Marquis sighed as he spoke.

It wasn’t even a funny show.

“I’ll be back soon.”

The Marquis put his hat on while holding his cane straight and turned around.

“See you then with a smile.”

Everyone was speechless when they saw the back of the Marquis leaving.

“Uwaaaaa.” 

“….” 

“….” 

The place where the Marquis left.

Axion hugged Lilith as she cried and then looked at Cheshire.

Eleven years old.

Still a young age.

Confusion and anger.

The child trembled for a long time with a face mixed with indescribable emotions.

* * *

“Uwaaaaa.” 

I was stretched out like melted ice cream on a chair in the study room.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Waa, Master!”

Oscar’s face suddenly came into view.

I jumped up.

“I thought you abandoned me!”

Oscar blankly blinked her eyes, then laughed.

“…Me?” 

“Yes! Master didn’t come!” 

“No need to worry. I’ve been busy.”

“I will study hard!”

“Oh! really? So, are you doing a function today?”

Oscar giggled and sat down next to me.

Excitedly, I picked up the pen.

“Yes! I can start with the trigonometric function!”

“Wow. You have no intention of hiding it anymore.”

“Hmm. Then just start with the first function….” 

Oscar, who opened the book with a smile, chinned the scissors on the desk.

“What is that?” 

“Ah. I want to cut my hair.”

I picked up the scissors and shyly handed them to Oscar.

“Can you do it for me?” 

“….”

Oscar, who had been looking at me for a long time with his eyes getting deeper for some reason, took the scissors.

“Look at me and sit down.”

“Ahaha.” 

As we sat across from each other, Oscar placed his hand under my bangs and began to cut it.

“Close your eyes. Because it can go in.”

“Yes~” 

I quietly closed my eyes.

There was a sound of hair being cut. 

“Octava?”

“Ah, yes~. That’s what happened.”

“That’s bold.”

“No, but.” 

I opened my eyes.

“I was really surprised. That magic tool that measures the amount of mana—” 

“Why are you surprised?”

“Looking at how it came up if you have no mana, then you are powerless people, right? I almost got caught.” 

Mana formal, a magic tool that measures the amount of mana of a person with power made in the Magic Tower.

Oscar would have known I would be caught as the Primera if I went there.

Then I will have an unavoidable death. 

“Master, you said you would take me to the Wizard Tower confidently, didn’t you? If you get caught there anyway, it’s over, right?”

“Hey, I thought if you had a head, you would manipulate mana formal on your own.” 

Oscar said, putting my cut-off hair on the table. 

“I was going to take you to the Wizard Tower if Dos popped up.” 

“Aha?” 

“But what’s with Octava? How hard it is to live in that class in this crappy country.”

Oscar frowned.

“Again, how suspicious is it? Enoch Rubinstein’s daughter is Octava?” 

“That’s true, but I couldn’t help it.”

“I know that. But really, you will have a hard time living in the future.”

“I’m okay. Now, the Emperor doesn’t have to think about Dad anymore.” 

“….” 

Oscar stared at me and said.

“If I asked you to die instead of your father, would you die?”

“Yes, well.” 

Oscar opened his mouth when I said it without hesitation.

He grabbed my nose. 

“Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!”

“What hurts! Look forward again and sit down. Cut your hair on the side.”

“It hurts…”

I rubbed my nose and sat down.

I looked at my face with the hand mirror I brought with scissors, and my bangs were cut quite neatly.

“Oh, you’re good even if you don’t use magic. How did you cut it?”

It’s almost like a hairdresser.

“I’ve cut a lot.”

“Yes?” 

I looked back out of curiosity, but Oscar didn’t answer and just smiled.

“Don’t move your head. Look forward again.”

“Yes~.”

“But what are you doing? Why was it stretched out like a dried squid?”

“Yes~.”

“Now, the back of the head.”

I wiggled my hips and showed my back to Oscar.

“You know Cheshire.”

“Yeah.” 

“Cheshire’s Dad came to pick him up. He’s taking Cheshire back.”

“Ah, that kid is Dos.” 

“Yes.” 

“So? Does the thought of parting ways with him hurt your heart?”

“No, we don’t have to part ways. Dad said he will adopt Cheshire as his son.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Haaa.”

“It’s done. Look.” 

This time, Oscar smiled proudly as he grabbed my legs and turned me around.

“It’s pretty.” 

“Haa.” 

“Why are you sighing?”

“I have a big problem.”

“What’s the matter?”

“When Cheshire becomes Dad’s son, Cheshire and I become siblings, right?”

“So?” 

I sighed again and grabbed the pen on the desk.

“Master asked me before….” 

“I? What did I ask?”

“This.”

On the white paper, I drew a heart shape.

Blinking. Oscar, who was watching it, said, “Huh?” and then looked at me dumbfounded.

“Hmm.” 

Actually, Oscar was the only person I could openly share my worries with.

I got sullen and confessed.

“Actually, I am. I, s, stop… M, my heart was beating to him…” 

“Wow.”