Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 266
Chapter 266
He could only become a devil, sinking everything he loved into the abyss.
‘And a devil never hopes for miracles from God.’
After all, who needed miracles when it was God who initially cast the curse?
Tristan released the hope he had clung to so tightly that it had crushed. He realized that what he had in his hands was nothing more than sand that could neither be grasped nor piled.
“Lloyd, no response yet?”
At that moment, Sabina also seemed to regain some energy, and her eyes showed a bit more light than before.
It finally felt like he could leave her side for a while.
Belatedly, he decided to go search for his son, who had run away.
For the past year, Lloyd had been wandering around the Valentine mansion in the capital.
However, there was no need to wander anymore; he had found everything he wanted.
After reciting the self-sacrifice spell, Lloyd tossed it into the fireplace and burned it.
‘Let’s go back.’
There was no need to cling to miracles that were no longer possible.
In fact, this incident made him deeply distrust the name of miracles.
‘To be able to solve things so directly and definitively.’
He regretted the days when he wandered trying to grasp something without form and uncertainty.
But at the moment he let go of everything.
Tristan came to find Lloyd.
“Did you enjoy the tour of the mansion?”
“….”
Lloyd trembled without realizing it.
Then, he looked at the burning flame.
The paper with the spell had disappeared without a trace into the flames.
Confirming this, Lloyd regained his composure and casually turned to Tristan.
“What are you doing here? Business at the palace?”
“Not particularly.”
Tristan decided not to comply with the Emperor’s formalities any longer, now finding it tedious. He planned to approach the Emperor only when necessary. He felt that if he kept wasting time and labor, he might eventually kill the Emperor.
“But when did you become so fluent?”
Tristan expressed his curiosity.
Lloyd’s way of speaking was different from what he remembered.
“Originally, your tone was a bit more… childish?”
“You may not have known, but I’m five years old now.””
“….Five years old.”
Far from being a child, he was closer to the age of a toddler. He barely reached Tristan’s waist.
“Did you come to confirm that?”
Lloyd thought to himself that Tristan was somewhat annoying.
If Tristan had come even a day earlier, Lloyd might have had a slightly different impression. However he was destined to end up on a completely different path due to a momentary hesitation and choice.
Lloyd’s evaluation of Tristan was such.
“…I thought you might enter the annex if I waited a bit longer.”
The child lowered his voice for a moment and murmured with a gloomy tone.
He clearly expressed his hope that his father would go completely insane and never come out of the annex.
“Hmm.”
When Tristan heard those words, he felt, how should he put it.
He felt troubled.
It didn’t take much time for him to realize that things had become quite complicated.
‘The reason I came here.’
Was to bring Lloyd, who wandered away from the capital, back to the castle. That was the superficial reason.
Because he had given up clinging to futile hope and decided not to respond to the Emperor’s summons.
Rather than wasting time on something like that, he would rather be with Sabina and his son…
‘…It seems like we’ll be happy together.’
He seemed to have entertained such thoughts.
However, he was the one born in hell, dragging his wife into hell, and ultimately causing his son to be born in hell.
Tristan had no words to resent Lloyd, even if he were to be murdered.
‘Just like I did.’
Just like the previous Grand Duke squeezed out the last bit of life just before his death and broke through the barrier. He headed straight for the nursery and aimed at Lloyd’s neck.
As if that was his last remaining duty.
Seeing the baby’s pale face, without hesitation, Tristan raised his sword and took his father’s life.
To save his son.
“Valentine.”
After the long thought, he touched his lips.
“They’re truly disgusting people.”
Pierced through the heart and barely surviving with God’s malice, attempting to murder his own grandson.
In the end, he was killed by his own son…
‘Happiness?’
To desire such a thing, it seems the madness hasn’t completely gone away.
“It might have been better if I were born as a devil in hell rather than being born in a clumsy human body.”
“….”
“Instead of waiting until I enter the annex, it would be quicker to kill me. You’re not the first. Valentine’s history of immorality is long.”
Lloyd scrunched up his face.
‘It seems like he thinks I can’t kill him if he says that. His face clearly showed what he was thinking.’
“Then let’s go back to the castle.”
Tristan said so, stroking Lloyd’s head.
The child’s head shook back and forth.
“You go first. I’ll go on my own.”
Lloyd roughly brushed away Tristan’s hand and turned away briskly.
“Oh my, acting childishly, wanting to be hugged by your father like this.”
“When did I….!”
Tristan lifted Lloyd in an instant.
There was nothing he could do.
He was not yet a match for Tristan, as he had not received even a bit of the power of God’s malice.
After struggling several times towards Tristan who didn’t budge at all, in frustration, Lloyd began to tear at Tristan’s hair and bit his fingers.
It was the maximum resistance he could offer.
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