'I… reincarnated?
Ha, Haha, Hahahaha!' A manic laugh sounded in Cel's mind.
He remembered.
In his past life, he was foolish.
Utterly foolish!
After his first kill, he felt the thrill of death, but most importantly, the beauty of blood.
He couldn't hold himself back.
Right after killing, he followed his plan to conceal that it was him.
In the end he managed to leave behind the image of a grieving teen.
His life further was split in two.
During day he would attend university, study psychology and meet with his friends, have fun, go on trips, and so on.
But at night, he would turn into a wild beast, a predator lurking in the shadows.
He sneaked on those wandering in parks far away from his house.
There was no dramatic turn. No kidnapping, no ropes, no pain.
With a swipe of his dagger, he instantly killed or injured the victims severely.
Then he would leave and observe them from afar.
Life was good for a long time, until it wasn't.
One time his victim didn't die instantly and somehow managed to contact people.
In a fit of anger, he stomped this victim to death.
Finally, when he saw the blue lights, he knew what awaited him was a life behind iron bars.
Unwilling, he raised the dagger in his hand and pierced his own neck.
And now, he returned!
His eyes turned red from his mania, but in a few moments, he calmed down.
The memories receded, becoming a distant past.
"Haaaaah," he took a deep breath.
'I am Scelus Nex.' His thought solidified in his mind.
Looking at the corpse in front of him, he knew that even after reincarnating, his soul was still pulled to the beauty of blood.
Turning his head, he saw his butler Bran looking at him with worry.
The shock had disappeared, all that was left was deep worry.
"You're used to this?" he asked in surprise.
"Young master, before I entered the manor, I had been a servant of a noble in the principality.
The nobles of the principality are very ruthless.
Young master, you…"
"I'm me, and you are Bran, my butler. There is nothing more, nothing less.
The nobles of the principality are ruthless, and I… like blood.
Isn't that alright?" he asked as he leaned his head to the side, a slight smile on his face.
"As long as it makes the young master happy!" Bran remembered the many years he had spent raising this young master.
He turned his head to the maid, "What about this one?"
"She doesn't deserve my dagger. Kill her." Cel shook his head as he commanded Bran.
It was a proof of loyalty, but at the same time, Cel had developed a taste for killing.
Some killing was worthy, others weren't.
Beauty, relationship, influence… everything that arose emotions in him or in that of others.
A maid, could she truly arise any emotions?
Bran didn't think much of it when he heard the command.
He raised his other hand, gripping the neck of the maid with it.
Crack
He twisted her neck in a clean move, killing her right away.
Seeing that barely any blood was spilled, Cel was a bit disappointed.
Just as he was about to move away, he suddenly saw a small white furry creature enter the room.
Hop Hop Hop
The creature hopped forward with its tiny legs, passing Bran before stopping in front of Cel.
Cel looked at it.
Its white fur and crimson eyes were extremely beautiful, like two rubies lying in a snow field.
The rabbit turned its head down.
Its tongue stretched out –
Lip Lip
It suddenly started licking the blood on the ground.
"Do you like it?" Cel asked when he saw the rabbit raise its eyes to him.
"Hnnn" the rabbit seemed to agree before lowering its gaze again, licking the blood on the floor.
A curious look appeared on Cel's face as he turned to Bran, "Do rabbits usually drink blood?"
Bran shook his head.
A smile appeared on Cel's face, "Then it must be suited to me."
He reached down and took the rabbit in his arms, petting it gently.
The rabbit rubbed its head against his arm before turning its head down, looking at the blood.
"You can drink as much as you want." Cel placed the rabbit right on the wound.
Its white fur took a crimson colour, but it seemed unbothered.
"Prepare a bath for me and a small basin for the rabbit. Also, prepare my suit. I wish to meet father in my best attire."
Cel didn't forget that his father had only left temporarily.
Bran nodded as he walked out of the room.
"Is there anything hidden here?" Cel walked to the desk, opening it.
Plans rose and fell in his mind as he contemplated what to do next.
This world was different –
As far as he could tell, it seemed like the medieval times.
So, as long as he left the place of murder, he would probably be able to escape without being hunted.
"Mother," he turned to his stepmother, "you never allowed me to leave. Was it so that once you had your own child, you could show it off as the legitimate heir, so that I, the real heir, was but a mere nobody?"
He saw through the scheme with a simple thought.
Opening the drawers of the desk, he mostly found letters.
"Love letters?" he asked when he read one of them.
Throwing them to the side, he went through all but didn't find anything of importance.
Finally, when he was just about to close the drawer, he saw a tiny hole on the drawer's bottom.
"Hidden compartment?" he looked at it in surprise.
Taking his dagger, he tried to open the compartment.
But no matter how he tried, it seemed like the dagger couldn't open it cleanly.
Bang
Crack
He threw the drawer on the ground, finally cracking open the hidden compartment.
Inside was a ripped book page containing knowledge he had never heard about...