“How was the news? Father?”“Well, it is quite a good show”Smiling as he continued reading some files, Moriando could not help but be in good mood. He was in such a panic about the new dungeon that appeared. Luckily, thanks to his daughter, any news about the Voneveir won’t catch a glimpse in those outside that place.Any news about that is heavily guarded, even those in the social media.“How did you do it by the way? I was surprised no news about those monsters was heard”Chuckling as she scrolls on her phone.“I got a cute little servant…” she replied as she talks about the person who is the son of the man that was handling the news reports in different tv stations. “It was quite easy if I may say. We just use some known figures a little bit of spice and sugar and taa dah! They don’t give a single damn about the Voneveir anymore”Nodding his head, Moriando then praise his daughter.“Good, very well. As expected from you, Nicole”“Right? Father? But… I am doing my best yet you don’
“So… Criss… you are Clark’s butler?”“Yes. I am”“You are pretty good in almost everything… that’s amazing”Oren mumbled as they watch Criss peel the apple. It was all in one string.“I can’t do that…” he muttered in awe. Owen just laugh at his brother who was left with no hope.‘Is my job taken now?’Looking at Shanx, the leader of the West 11 gang tried to sympathize with the second strongest in their gang.“Boss… why are you looking at me like that?”But instead of a reply, what he received was a pat on his back. Criss just chuckled as he could see why they are acting like that.“What do you think about my grandson? Criss?”“The young master is quite an odd person”He started as he answered the question of the old man who just eat the fruit he prepared.“Yeah, we agree with him about that”Nodding his head with Oren’s words while munching apples that Criss put on the plate, Criss continued his words.“But sometimes I don’t know his actions. I still can’t tell if I know him complete
Death That is something you can’t hide from. The day will come when you will run out of time. And soon… you will finally take your last breath. “I guess, this is my end…” Looking at the cliff, Clark has no way to go. Monsters covered the whole area. From the deepest corner of the city to the hidden valleys in the forest. He knew that the world has come to an end. “As the last person on earth… I think I keep my promise to them… I manage to survive this far… isn’t it worth the applause?” 'But who would do that for me? When all of them... already left me behind?' Chuckling to himself, Clark laughed as he saw how the pitch-black strings are having their way to where he was. It was the Camradhar. [Ding] Surprised by the notification he got, it was from his system. A system he luckily got back then. The one that gives him the chance to manage to survive this far. [Do you want to have a reset? Yes or no?] “A reset? It is not as if I have anything to lose” Clicking the yes, he car
Sitting in the room that the servants cleaned in just an hour, it may be cleaned in a hurry but no speck of dust can be seen lying across each corner. It was a good job for the servants indeed. But it was a result of the number of hands helping together to achieve that result. Such a big room left unattended for decades, it is surely a big rough cleaning that was made. “I am all good. You can leave. Thank you for your hard work” “May the light of joy fill your stay, Welcome back, young master!” Bowing their head, Clark was left alone in his room as soon as the door closed. “Hah…” He let out a deep sigh as he soon looks at the floor. What would you feel if you are once again left in a place that you hated? Would you be terrified? Or would you be overwhelmed? But… is that the same if you have no recollection of everything? That even your mind was wise enough to remove those fragments of memories you want to forget. ‘So this was my old room…’ Clenching his hands, he once again too
“The result of the DNA will arrive tomorrow. But even so, I would like to thank each one of you that give some of your precious time to welcome my long-lost son” Standing as he holds a glass of ‘Montediore’s Luxx’ the most expensive wine that was named after their very own, Henry can’t hide the smile on his face. Margarett’s family as well as Julius’s are present. But one can notice how two seats were empty. The former seat of Ofiello Montediore and Mharijane Montediore. None dare claim that very seat as it holds something none of them can achieve. “Isn’t it a bit too sudden? Henry?” Calmly seating beside his wife, Julius mumbled as he dare not sound hostile in any bit. Julius Montediore, the eldest of Ofiello’s children. He is the first son he had with Mharijane. The one that faced hardship compared to the other two. After all, when Margarett was born, Montediore are already gaining money and power. “He is my son. What do you expect me to do then? Brother?” “Your son?” Ther
“Violin? Sure then” ‘Clark, remember… not all people hopes for your success. It is up to you if you would grant their wish to see you become a failure’‘But grandpa… what should I do then?’‘You are a wonderful kid, Clark. If it is you… you just have to give them what you’ve got. Right?’‘That’s all?’‘Yes, that is all it takes. Don’t belittle this old man who teaches you things. And most of all… do not belittles yourself’‘Yes! Grandpa is the best!’ A small smile hides in the corner of Clark’s lips. Seeing how confident Clark was, Miguel can’t help but be worried about the fact that Clark might really know how to play one. “On the other hand, Violin is a bit complicated for some. Only the gifted will be able to play such a thing. I think the piano would be fine too. Look, there is a piano sitting right on the corner. It is such a waste to not get that piano to be of use” ‘He quickly changes his thoughts. But is that a problem? Even if I lost my system, playing those is not a big
“I thought that he was just a fraud… but it turns out he really is that brat…” Annoyed by the fact that she learned, Margarett drinks another glass of wine in one go. Even though her husband told her to stop it since she had enough, just as what Anton thought, his wife won’t listen to him no matter what he says. “You are upset, I know that. But you are flooding the room with that scent. You know how I hate liquor” With a frown on his face, he continued to read the book he was holding. But that just made Margarett scowl. “Can’t you see how he is a hindrance in my plan? Ashton is twenty six already and yet he still can’t pass that damn challenge to be the heir?! When will that challenge start anyway?? I really can’t understand Father. That old man… he should just give it to my son!” “You are pushing him too much. Aren’t you being greedy? Isn’t your allowance and theirs more than enough?” Laughing at the response of her husband, Margarett slams the glass. Almost breaking it. But luc
Clark’s POV Born in a wealthy family, I don’t even know what the term family means to other people. For me it isn’t it just… a group of people who share the same blood? A mother, a father, and a child. That was it? But it seems like they are all wrong all this time. That isn’t a family at all. A family doesn’t need to share the same blood in order for it to be called as one. And in this life that I had, ever since I was a child, there is just one person whom I will recognize as my family. My mother who gave birth to me? No. My father who gave me that blood of Montediore? No. It is not them… It was… That kind old man who took care of me when I got lost. ‘What are you doing out here?’ His very face is still clear in my mind. That was the first time I saw someone look at me with that kind of eyes. Care… worries… not for themselves but… for… me. ‘I am thirsty…’ ‘You are thirsty?’ And when I asked for water, he gave me much more than that. The time I was hoping to receive from t