Chapter 336

Chapter 336

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 336: Mating Room (4)

Madam Sinclaire.

A young Sinclaire, with long flowing locks cascading down to her waist like a galaxy. The little one looked up at the towering man before her and asked, clutching onto her teddy bear.

“Father, why must I leave?”

The little one’s question, while hugging her teddy bear, went unanswered by the tall man. Instead, it was the aged butler standing beside him who replied.

“When you come of age, everything will belong to you, Miss.”

With those words, the little one had to leave the household. After cutting her flowing locks short, she glanced back at the rear entrance of the mansion. Everything remained as it was. Nothing would change even if she left.

Then, something caught the little one’s eye up high in the mansion’s tall building—a small shadow swaying. Was it a hallucination? Or just a shadow? A curtain fluttering in the wind? No. It was the tall man. He stood there, perhaps to watch her final departure.

The little one thought so.

‘Why did you abandon me?’

‘Did you even love me?’

‘Is that why you left me?’

‘When I come back...’

‘...Then, can you love me again?’

Countless questions trailed behind, and the footprints left in the snow occasionally answered with tails of their own.

And at the end of those questions, there wasn’t a comforting answer.

[It wouldn’t hurt to weed out unnecessary connections now. All the plays are over from this moment on.]

The face of the tall man, now matured, was vastly different from the memories of youth.

His height obscured some details, but amidst the ruggedness, there was a glimpse of gentleness that couldn’t be ignored.

The sinisterly contorted expression, the bloodshot eyes, and even the ferocious demeanor resembling a demon—all of it.

The matured little one reverted to the child of that time. To the child who left the mansion on a snowy day.

“I understand.”

“I know it was because you loved me.”

“In reality, you didn’t abandon me.”

“I’ve come back.”

“Please love me again.”

The answer the little one had prepared for so long could ultimately be summed up in one.

“...I missed you.”

But in the end, the little one couldn’t bring herself to say those words.

“Demons must die.”

A hunting dog emerged from the depths of the nightmare, tearing through the fabric of dreams with its vicious fangs and gaping maw, shredding everything before the little one’s eyes.

“It’s over, ‘worthless one.’”

That was the tall man’s final act.

The little one lost her only family member.

And as a result, the little one’s existence in the world was completely lost.

Alone in the world with no ties whatsoever.

Now, who would testify to the little one’s existence?

What does one do when they’ve lost their origin, to reveal themselves to the world?

Esse, Non Videri. ‘To be, rather to seem.’

From that day forth, the little one became someone who existed but remained unseen.

The leader of Bourgeois Clan.

The little one resolved firmly.

She must confront night hound again.

* * *

“...Oh no! Is it already time?”

For a moment, he had been distracted and hadn’t paid attention to the status window.

Vikir quickly opened the status window visible in one corner of his vision.

By the way, the air coming through my nose had started to smell sweet at some point.

A blue mist. It seeped into every corner of the dugout.

While I focused on the fire and infused mana into Sinclaire’s body, time had already passed like this.

Vikir began to hold his breath.

“Being in this mist shouldn’t be harmful, but...”

There weren’t any harmful substances in the mist.

The only problem was that it overly stimulates the various bodily functions.

It was a mating mist designed to promote mating between males and females.

*Ding!*

[Human 2 () is ready for mating.]

[Human 1 () is not ready for mating yet.]

An alert tone treating humans thoroughly as livestock.

Sinclaire turned completely towards Vikir.

Then, exhaling a breath that was almost burning hot, she said, “Brother, I have no family now. I am alone in this world.”

“...”

“So, I want to create a family. If it’s you, brother... if it’s you.”

The world is cold and dark. It’s inherently lonely and solitary.

But just like the situation inside this dugout, even if it’s warmth equivalent to a single matchstick, it can provide the strength and warmth to live in this world.

Sinclaire couldn’t endure it anymore and buried her face into Vikir’s chest as if to say she couldn’t take it any longer.

But even in that moment, Vikir’s gaze remained cold.

“...”

Naturally, Sinclaire and Vikir couldn’t become a family.

After all, it was Vikir himself who had destroyed Sinclaire’s only family.

“...I must admit.”

When facing Bartolomeo, he didn’t risk his life like a brave warrior.

He avoided adventures as much as possible and found the safest route to kill Belial.

There is no regret. Even if given the chance to go back, I would make the same choice. However, the issue of guilt was something entirely different.

To kill Sinclaire’s only family and then become her only family was the epitome of betrayal upon betrayal.

Vikir lifted Sinclaire’s shoulders deeply buried in his embrace.

As she lifted her head, Sinclaire’s eyes, already hazy, met his.

“Listen, Sinclaire. I-I am...”

Before Vikir could finish his sentence,

*Ding!*

[Entering the mating environment]

[Third attempt begins]

Time limits had all run out.

As Vikir was about to speak, his teeth clenched, a tremor began to show.

...Thud!

The entire breeding ground shook violently.

External intervention. Forced mating in a factory-like setting.

The same monstrous hands that had previously forced giant demon creatures to mate had now entered the breeding ground to do the same thing once again.

[Translator – Clara]

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