Morning sunlight passed through the tall windows and fell across my face
I did not sleep.
How could i ?
Seven years.
I had seven years before hero be stand would infront of me with sword through my heart.
In the novel lucien virith was a called ginues _the youngest nobel to enter royal academy a master strategies,a tarryfing manipulator.
But reader never understood one thing.
Lucien was not born evil.
He was forced into it.
I closed my eyes and trying to recall every event I had read.
At age of thirteen — attempt of poisoning
At age of fourteen — political accusation
At age of fifteen — assassination attempt during academic entrence exam.
My own family.
My own house.
They were one who pushed lucien toward becoming monster
.....so that's how this was not story about villain.
This was a Story about the boy who was never allowed to survive
A knock come from the door.
Young master,your breakfast has been prepared.
Egg. Bread.tea.
And poison
I stared silently at a cup
In the novel,the original lucien drunk this and almost died.after that day,he trust no one
Today was a day everything began
I picked up the cup of tea.
The mad watched me.
Her eyes were not nervous.
He was waiting for me to drink it.
I raised the cup toward my lips
Then stopped
You should not poison nobel inside his own room
The cup slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor.
Her face turn pale-
I don't know what you....
"Belladonna extract"i continued,colourless,orderless causes slow heart failure.you mixed it after kichen inspection.
Silence filled in the room
I smiled.
This was the first event of the novel
For the first time since awaking inthis world I felt something real.
Not fear
Not confusion
Control.
I looked at the trembling mad and spoke quietly.
""now you will work for me.....