This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227

Translator: Yonnee

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Since some time ago, all sorts of thoughts swirled within Paul, accompanied by disordered breathing.

Wounds were inscribed over swollen bruises, and sometimes pain as if gouged out by iron bars descended.

Despite being tortured to the point of numbed pain, somehow, his battered skin seemed to become even more sensitive.

I want it all to stop.

Why was I given such a talent? I don’t want to receive this kind of successor training.

I’m scared of my mother. I hate this basement. I want to return to the time when I knew nothing.

So… I just want to rest now.

“Hiiic…”

Watching Paul cry miserably, Grace let out a small “Hmm—” and soon sighed deeply.

“I really shouldn’t indulge you, but I find myself being soft-hearted at times.”

She murmured briefly and elegantly closed the book she was holding.

Finally, a hopeful sentence came.

“There are many experiments I haven’t tried yet, but I will have to postpone them.”

Paul forced open his eyes, which barely opened due to dried blood and tears.

「 Book of the End: Kalimagero 」

That terrifying and cruel book was finally closed. It signified the end of today’s ‘successor training’.

Realizing this, tension finally left his body.

“Still, you endured longer today than yesterday. It means your body has become stronger.”

His mother offered brief ‘praise’ for her son and released the magical chains binding his limbs.

Huuuk, huuuuk. The abnormal sound of breathing echoed through the underground dungeon. The terrible smell of blood permeated throughout the entire space. Due to being unable to bear the pain and even failing to control urination, a foul odor had permeated the basement floor.

However, Grace hardly focused on such facts. To her, this level of pain was merely a procedure to be endured for gaining strength.

She straightened her back nobly like a flower blooming alone in that repulsive room.

“Come here.”

Finally revealing a ‘kind’ mother’s face, Grace began to pour her healing power into her son.

Yes. Young Paul seemed to think of it as a ‘reward’. The repeating despair deceived him.

Like a dog that drools reflexively at the sight of a food bowl, like an assassin who instinctively grabs a knife at the sight of a stranger, Grace had conditioned her son that way.

“Emotions are a luxury for you. You only need to listen to, act on, and remember the words of your mother.”

Sentences devoid of any logic or context.

Words and extreme pain beyond limits that he had heard from the moment he was born.

Eventually, that transformed Paul.

His mother’s words became the only law and the only correct answer.

And during that time, ‘Ailee Bohr’ was born.

* * *

Ailee Bohr, born into the Bohr lineage with only magical powers, really liked Paul.

Considering that the first word she uttered wasn’t ‘Mama’ but ‘Paul,’ that was indeed the case.

So, Paul thought.

Perhaps his young sister was born an angel meant to like him?

“Pawl!”

Following the voice calling his name in a clumsy pronunciation, he turned his head to see a small figure running towards him.

It was his young sister, Ailee Bohr, who had left their mother’s side and come down to the Bohr’s domain six months ago.

Discovering his beloved sister, he tried to hold back his softening expression and frowned as if annoyed.

“Haa… Stop following me.”

“Dun wanna. Ailee wanna be wiff Pawl.”

With that declaration, Ailee flopped down next to him. Paul involuntarily suppressed his twitching lips.

‘How can she be so cute.’

It’s not just because Ailee was his baby sister.

Objectively and rationally speaking, Ailee Bohr was indeed the cutest creature in the world.

But despite such feelings, Paul wore a cold expression.

“I’m busy. Go away.”

“Ailee’s busy too. Ailee gotta pway wiff Pawl.”

The more Ailee was pushed away, the closer she got, and if he yelled, she would instead hug him tightly.

When he groaned with pain he couldn’t show, she patted him with her tiny, chubby little hands, and she somehow knew to come and stay by his side when he had sleepless nights recalling the dungeon in the capital manor.

How could he not cherish his sister?

“I don’t have time to play with you. Go away.”

He said that, but perhaps fearing that his sister might leave, Paul discreetly glanced at his tiny sister, who looked as small as an acorn.

Thankfully, her round head was still firmly next to him. Seeing his sister who had no intention of leaving, Paul secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s hot, sit further away.”

“Dun wanna.”

“Don’t just do whatever you want.”

“But Pawl, you din’t pway wiff Ailee yeshtowday eiffer. Ailee wanna pway wiff Pawl.”

I want to play together with Ailee too.

He wanted to say that. He wanted to enjoy life laughing and without a care in the world, like that thoughtless rascal of House Chantra who had nothing but flowers in her head.

But that’s not possible, was it?

‘If I don’t become the successor…’

Then that dungeon would be Ailee’s fate.