Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 265
Lloyd stood frozen.
His already pale face grew even more pale.
‘So that’s why…’
The words spoken by the late Grand Duke Valentine just before his death, labeling Lloyd’s as the ‘cursed bloodline that should never have been born’ began to make sense.
By Lloyd being born, he continued the line. He was the monster that devoured his mother.
After all, he was born to die.
After all, he was nothing.
‘But why did Mother give birth to someone like me…’
Lloyd dropped the sword he was holding and turned his back, running recklessly towards Sabina’s room.
He rushed in as if he would burst in at any moment, but once he arrived, he found it hard to even knock.
His throat stung.
He deeply inhaled and swallowed the overflowing sobs.
He pressed his eyes tightly.
He thought suppressing emotions seemed like the easiest thing in the world, but why was it not working this time?
After lingering outside the door for a while, he finally knocked on the door with trembling hands.
From beyond the door, continuous moans of pain were heard.
“I told you to go!”
As Sabina always did when having an episode, she forcibly pushed away others.
Without knowing who was on the other side, she shouted in a scream
Lloyd stood with his back against the door. Soon, his legs lost strength, and he sat down.
‘Mother in pain because of me?’
He wanted to ask.
He couldn’t ask.
Afraid of the response he might receive.
Afraid that even if she said it wasn’t true, she would make an uncomfortable face.
‘If I leave the castle, will the curse disappear?’
For the first time, Lloyd, who was always more mature and intelligent than his peers, had thoughts that a child of his age might have.
Just like Tristan, giving meaningless opportunities to the swindlers spouting nonsense about healing his wife.
He hoped for such a miracle.
Lloyd decided to spend a few years in the capital.
He said he wanted to see a broader world because he was frustrated just staying in the estate.
Sabina had no intention of sending her young son, who had just turned four this year, out of the castle.
But while she was temporarily bedridden and groaning in pain, the child left without a word.
It was almost like running away from home.
“A self-sacrifice spell?”
More than a year after that, Lloyd found that book in the mansion in the capital.
A book with no cover, casually placed in a corner of the bookshelf in the study.
There, unbelievable contents were written.
“A spell that offers the remaining lifespan, body, and soul of the caster. In return, the soul will be completely annihilated, the ties bound to the soul will be severed, and the opportunity for the afterlife will be entirely stripped away…”
It was an excessively sweet tale.
That little life.
That little soul.
That little connection.
He could sacrifice them all.
‘I can die.’
On the day he completely inherited the ‘power’ from Grand Duke Valentine.
Lloyd intended to end his life on that day. To completely break free from the curse of God’s malice within his lineage.
In the moment of determination, he finally became able to let go of everything.
He would only learn swordsmanship to the extent of fulfilling the duty of the successor.
He wouldn’t attach meaning to any moment.
He wouldn’t engage in deep conversations with anyone.
Lloyd briefly thought of Sabina’s face.
When her condition improved a bit, she would smile brightly and whisper affectionate words in his ear.
Oddly, those moments were more painful for him. The fleeting happiness was just momentary, knowing it wouldn’t come again.
‘Let’s live as if nothing exists.’
Lloyd tore the page with the self-sacrifice spell without hesitation.
Just as he was about to close the book, the words ‘Love Spell’ caught his eye for a moment.
Reading it absentmindedly, the child burst into laughter for the first time.
Lloyd put the book away and carefully held onto the page with the self-sacrifice spell.
There was nothing more he needed in his life.
The endless pain would eventually dull the senses. Whether it was the physical sensations or emotions.
Sabina experienced it, and so did Tristan.
Sabina became accustomed to the excruciating pain that felt like every single cell in her body was burning.
Of course, there was no improvement in her condition.
Instead, it deteriorated rapidly.
However, she couldn’t just lie in bed and wait for death.
“It’s horribly difficult, but considering the price I paid to save the world, it’s a cheap deal.”
She mumbled while staring at her extremely thin arms.
What was expected, happened.
“Well, I decided not to regret it.”
As much as she was determined to do at that time, she gave everything. Since she could not burn brightly, she didn’t have time to lie in bed.
She got up from her seat.
Tristan, who had become madder day by day, also expelled all the swindlers from the castle.
At some point, he began to regain composure.
“Blaming someone won’t change anything.”
He let out a self-deprecating laugh and put a cigarette in his mouth.
If he truly cared for Sabina, he should have rejected her sweet words when she whispered them.
He shouldn’t have harbored fleeting hopes.
‘If saving the world and redeeming you means burning my soul, it’s worth it.’
He shouldn’t have considered those words as salvation.
And he shouldn’t have said the words to swallow him, swallow Valentine, and even swallow the evil itself.
He shouldn’t have acted like an idealist intoxicated with love.
‘Even if I go back to that time, it seems I wouldn’t let Sabina go.’
Even if he goes back, he will kiss her again.
Even if he had to take away her every breath.
Tristan admitted that.
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