At those words, Ryan realized.
His father and two older brothers must have done something terrible.
Even though they always live above the law, they cannot help but be concerned about what others think; it is so terrible...
And his uncle, who was always kind, would have tried to stop them.
"I was already having a headache trying to figure out how to handle that, so this is a good thing. How dare you say someone born with my blood is incompetent?"
Twelve years old. It was a given that Ryan was incompetent.
“That would be the first example of this ability manifesting at the age of twelve.”
The father, quite carelessly, planned to frame his own son as a murderer.
“Inform the outside world that the first manifestation of this power has gone wild and caused massacres.”
Blood that gives birth to people with special abilities.
That is the father's power.
Therefore, the very fact that he gave birth to an 'incompetent person' is poisonous to the family's prestige.
Ryan is not a son, but a fatal flaw that must be hidden and eliminated at all costs.
“Of course, there are many suspicious circumstances right now, so I’ll be pounding on the pavement, but what can I do?”
Father smiled with satisfaction.
"Throw him as the mastermind behind this massacre. Lock him in prison, and as time passes, everyone will forget."
Ryan thought as he heard the voice falling like a sentence.
So am I being abandoned?
If I tell them that I'm not incompetent and that I just developed this ability a little while ago, will I be able to avoid being abandoned?
It was obvious.
His uncle is dead, and he has become a 'useful' being who can replace his uncle's powerful abilities.
A father who treats his son like a bug will change his attitude as if he were turning over his hand.
I can definitely be loved.
So, at that moment, Ryan couldn't help but worry in his young mind.
A big house, nice clothes, expensive meals, high status, great hospitality...
"Something that requires your skills? Oh, I guess you've done something trashy again, Father."
Puck!
“Where does such an insolent son go to see his father!”
The first brother, David, struck Ryan's cheek with his sharp hand.
“Get out of my sight.”
At his father's command, David grabbed Ryan with a firm hand and dragged him away.
"Father!"
His vision blurred, and he tasted the pungent taste of blood in his burst mouth. Ryan, his eyes brimming with tears, screamed.
"No matter how incompetent I am, I am still my father's son! Even beasts don't abandon their young! Hahaha!"
At the end of his anger, he burst into mad laughter.
The boy stubbornly resisted the hand that was pulling him out forcefully and spat bloody saliva at his father's feet.
In the midst of a murderous silence.
Ryan asked with a smirk.
“You won’t regret what happened today, right?”
The father laughed and said to his son, who was being dragged away.
“...something like a burp.”
“...I want to sweep away every single corner of this dog-like house.”
Ryan muttered savagely.
'Oh, don't reminisce alone~!'
He seemed to recall something incredibly upsetting. I had no way of knowing, but it was frustrating.
“You know a lot and are smart, so you know what I mean by revenge, right?”
"Yes?"
"This isn't revenge for me alone. Our family is truly a mess. It's like a rotten tooth. My father, the man who created a string of children who are just like me, is doing all kinds of crazy things."
“...”
"They have absolutely no intention of using their power for personal gain. So, wouldn't it be better to cut them all off so that families can prosper, the country can prosper, and the world can find peace?"
Ryan's eyes lit up. I stared at his profile for a long time.
Twelve years old.
At the same age, I wanted to continue living in the family without knowing anything.
Even in his imprisonment and desperate situation, Ryan must have vowed that he would one day uproot his rotten family with his own hands.
'I wouldn't have been able to do that.'
Even after I learned the reality of my family, I couldn't resist much.
I was afraid that I might die if I made a single mistake, and I was scared of my father and brothers.
So this is atonement.
I was young, I didn't know, I didn't have the strength. It's embarrassing to make excuses for my past life as a 'bystander'.
“...?”
I quietly took Ryan's hand. He turned around.
“What is it?”
“I want to be close to my dad.”
"...What?"
What I know. My powers.
Use everything I have to help Ryan.
This time, we will bring down Wassenberg in a different way than before the regression.
When it's all over.
So that Ryan would be labeled as a 'punisher' rather than a 'slaughterer'.
“I was a little scared at first, but I think you're a kind and brave person.”
“...”
Oh, I'm embarrassed...
Ryan, whose ears were red for no reason, avoided my gaze and looked around. Then, he spotted Revan in the distance and got irritated for no reason.
“Oh, by the way! What kind of absurd experiments did those professors conduct?”
“...”
"I understand your intentions, but do you think that would work? How can you possibly transplant this ability into a normal person?"
Ryan grumbled for a long time about how he had made a big deal out of an outrageous attempt.
I was silent.
"Hey."
After I remained silent for a while, Ryan tapped my shoulder.
“Hey, rabbit.”
I was lost in thought and looked back in bewilderment.
"Yes...?"
Who would have thought such a cute nickname would come out of this distracting lump in his mouth...
“What? Are you crying? Are you crying?”
“Huh? No?”
“Are you crying?!”
Ryan shouted in surprise.
I'm crying? I was surprised too.
I really looked at my eyes.
I was crying without realizing it.
“Why are you crying all of a sudden?”
“...Is that so? That’s, ah...”
Experiments in transplanting supernatural powers, the Conrad Project.
I know that the experiment was ultimately successful.
Also, I know who the only test subject who successfully received this ability transplant is.
“Why are you crying?”
Nike.
Nike Valencier...
The name of the lover I tried not to think of came to mind unintentionally...
I couldn't help but cry.
Nike Valencier.
He is the Third Prince of the Valencia Empire.
Due to his outstanding martial arts skills, he was entrusted with the leadership of the Imperial Knights at the age of 16, as soon as he became an adult.
And now, he is taking the lead in suppressing the evil spirits who threaten the safety of the country, holding a sword himself.
He was a model of noblesse oblige, not hesitating to die despite being of noble royal blood.
“Your Highness! Be careful!”
The moment she heard the adjutant's shout, Nike quickly turned around.
A roaring maw and dozens of teeth. Iron-like skin tightly encased a ferocious body over two meters tall.
This demon had a terrifying appearance, seemingly human, yet not human.
Nike felt it instinctively as he saw the demon's arm swinging before his eyes.
It's late.
"Your Highness!!!"
There was no avoiding it. The sharp claws of the monster severed the artery in his neck with a single blow.
'It's a fatal wound.'
As soon as she made his decision, Nike closed his eyes.
Blessing of Retrograde Movement
That moment.
Click.
The world's time went back 30 seconds.
This time, Nike turned around before hearing the adjutant's shout.
The demon hadn't yet gotten close. He thrust his sword deeply into its weak point, its neck.
Kwaaaaak!
The demon's breath was cut off with a painful scream.
Nike Valencier.
He has a secret.
13 years ago from now.
The Conrad Project, a secret experiment in transplanting supernatural powers that began with the tacit consent of the royal family.
The fact is that it is the only successful result of that experiment.
His father and two older brothers must have done something terrible.
Even though they always live above the law, they cannot help but be concerned about what others think; it is so terrible...
And his uncle, who was always kind, would have tried to stop them.
"I was already having a headache trying to figure out how to handle that, so this is a good thing. How dare you say someone born with my blood is incompetent?"
Twelve years old. It was a given that Ryan was incompetent.
“That would be the first example of this ability manifesting at the age of twelve.”
The father, quite carelessly, planned to frame his own son as a murderer.
“Inform the outside world that the first manifestation of this power has gone wild and caused massacres.”
Blood that gives birth to people with special abilities.
That is the father's power.
Therefore, the very fact that he gave birth to an 'incompetent person' is poisonous to the family's prestige.
Ryan is not a son, but a fatal flaw that must be hidden and eliminated at all costs.
“Of course, there are many suspicious circumstances right now, so I’ll be pounding on the pavement, but what can I do?”
Father smiled with satisfaction.
"Throw him as the mastermind behind this massacre. Lock him in prison, and as time passes, everyone will forget."
Ryan thought as he heard the voice falling like a sentence.
So am I being abandoned?
If I tell them that I'm not incompetent and that I just developed this ability a little while ago, will I be able to avoid being abandoned?
It was obvious.
His uncle is dead, and he has become a 'useful' being who can replace his uncle's powerful abilities.
A father who treats his son like a bug will change his attitude as if he were turning over his hand.
I can definitely be loved.
So, at that moment, Ryan couldn't help but worry in his young mind.
A big house, nice clothes, expensive meals, high status, great hospitality...
All the things he's enjoyed as a member of Wassenberg so far, and even the love of a father he always longed for.
It was too tempting to give up.
Still, there was a voice that held him back.
“Ryan, please don’t be like your father.”
A mother who turned her back on her children who were becoming like their father, and closed her eyes, holding only Ryan until she died.
"If we use our great power for good, the world would be a wonderful place. Right, Ryan?"
A person who had different opinions from his father.
His uncle was more distressed than proud of the fact that he had supernatural powers.
Their voices strengthened Ryan's resolve.
“Did he do something wrong to my father that deserves to die like this?”
Ryan quietly got up and approached his uncle's body, asking, "What's wrong?" Ryan closed his eyes, which he hadn't yet closed.
“My uncle was incredibly strong. He was someone who could kill someone like my father, who had nothing to lose, at any moment.”
The two brothers were shocked by those words.
“Hey, are you crazy?”
The second-oldest brother, Elliot, looked at his father and said.
“We can use our power only because our father allows us to do so...”
"Stop."
Father stopped Elliot and laughed.
“Keep talking.”
"But my uncle followed my father. Because you were family. But why did you kill him? He was my father's younger brother. Why?"
"It's because he's strong, just like you said. He's capable of killing all of our family members in an instant. How can I not be wary when someone like him keeps going against my will?"
“Ah, so you’re saying that you killed my uncle first because you were afraid of being killed by him.”
His father's expression cracked. Elliot, startled, interrupted again.
"Is this kid crazy? Wasn't it your uncle's fault? Do you know how hard it was for you to do something that could be done in a second with your ability, and then get kicked out, so we had to do it instead?"
It was too tempting to give up.
Still, there was a voice that held him back.
“Ryan, please don’t be like your father.”
A mother who turned her back on her children who were becoming like their father, and closed her eyes, holding only Ryan until she died.
"If we use our great power for good, the world would be a wonderful place. Right, Ryan?"
A person who had different opinions from his father.
His uncle was more distressed than proud of the fact that he had supernatural powers.
Their voices strengthened Ryan's resolve.
“Did he do something wrong to my father that deserves to die like this?”
Ryan quietly got up and approached his uncle's body, asking, "What's wrong?" Ryan closed his eyes, which he hadn't yet closed.
“My uncle was incredibly strong. He was someone who could kill someone like my father, who had nothing to lose, at any moment.”
The two brothers were shocked by those words.
“Hey, are you crazy?”
The second-oldest brother, Elliot, looked at his father and said.
“We can use our power only because our father allows us to do so...”
"Stop."
Father stopped Elliot and laughed.
“Keep talking.”
"But my uncle followed my father. Because you were family. But why did you kill him? He was my father's younger brother. Why?"
"It's because he's strong, just like you said. He's capable of killing all of our family members in an instant. How can I not be wary when someone like him keeps going against my will?"
“Ah, so you’re saying that you killed my uncle first because you were afraid of being killed by him.”
His father's expression cracked. Elliot, startled, interrupted again.
"Is this kid crazy? Wasn't it your uncle's fault? Do you know how hard it was for you to do something that could be done in a second with your ability, and then get kicked out, so we had to do it instead?"
"Something that requires your skills? Oh, I guess you've done something trashy again, Father."
Puck!
“Where does such an insolent son go to see his father!”
The first brother, David, struck Ryan's cheek with his sharp hand.
“Get out of my sight.”
At his father's command, David grabbed Ryan with a firm hand and dragged him away.
"Father!"
His vision blurred, and he tasted the pungent taste of blood in his burst mouth. Ryan, his eyes brimming with tears, screamed.
"No matter how incompetent I am, I am still my father's son! Even beasts don't abandon their young! Hahaha!"
At the end of his anger, he burst into mad laughter.
The boy stubbornly resisted the hand that was pulling him out forcefully and spat bloody saliva at his father's feet.
In the midst of a murderous silence.
Ryan asked with a smirk.
“You won’t regret what happened today, right?”
The father laughed and said to his son, who was being dragged away.
“...something like a burp.”
***
“...I want to sweep away every single corner of this dog-like house.”
Ryan muttered savagely.
'Oh, don't reminisce alone~!'
He seemed to recall something incredibly upsetting. I had no way of knowing, but it was frustrating.
“You know a lot and are smart, so you know what I mean by revenge, right?”
"Yes?"
"This isn't revenge for me alone. Our family is truly a mess. It's like a rotten tooth. My father, the man who created a string of children who are just like me, is doing all kinds of crazy things."
“...”
"They have absolutely no intention of using their power for personal gain. So, wouldn't it be better to cut them all off so that families can prosper, the country can prosper, and the world can find peace?"
Ryan's eyes lit up. I stared at his profile for a long time.
Twelve years old.
At the same age, I wanted to continue living in the family without knowing anything.
Even in his imprisonment and desperate situation, Ryan must have vowed that he would one day uproot his rotten family with his own hands.
'I wouldn't have been able to do that.'
Even after I learned the reality of my family, I couldn't resist much.
I was afraid that I might die if I made a single mistake, and I was scared of my father and brothers.
So this is atonement.
I was young, I didn't know, I didn't have the strength. It's embarrassing to make excuses for my past life as a 'bystander'.
“...?”
I quietly took Ryan's hand. He turned around.
“What is it?”
“I want to be close to my dad.”
"...What?"
What I know. My powers.
Use everything I have to help Ryan.
This time, we will bring down Wassenberg in a different way than before the regression.
When it's all over.
So that Ryan would be labeled as a 'punisher' rather than a 'slaughterer'.
“I was a little scared at first, but I think you're a kind and brave person.”
“...”
Oh, I'm embarrassed...
Ryan, whose ears were red for no reason, avoided my gaze and looked around. Then, he spotted Revan in the distance and got irritated for no reason.
“Oh, by the way! What kind of absurd experiments did those professors conduct?”
“...”
"I understand your intentions, but do you think that would work? How can you possibly transplant this ability into a normal person?"
Ryan grumbled for a long time about how he had made a big deal out of an outrageous attempt.
I was silent.
"Hey."
After I remained silent for a while, Ryan tapped my shoulder.
“Hey, rabbit.”
I was lost in thought and looked back in bewilderment.
"Yes...?"
Who would have thought such a cute nickname would come out of this distracting lump in his mouth...
“What? Are you crying? Are you crying?”
“Huh? No?”
“Are you crying?!”
Ryan shouted in surprise.
I'm crying? I was surprised too.
I really looked at my eyes.
I was crying without realizing it.
“Why are you crying all of a sudden?”
“...Is that so? That’s, ah...”
Experiments in transplanting supernatural powers, the Conrad Project.
I know that the experiment was ultimately successful.
Also, I know who the only test subject who successfully received this ability transplant is.
“Why are you crying?”
Nike.
Nike Valencier...
The name of the lover I tried not to think of came to mind unintentionally...
I couldn't help but cry.
***
Nike Valencier.
He is the Third Prince of the Valencia Empire.
Due to his outstanding martial arts skills, he was entrusted with the leadership of the Imperial Knights at the age of 16, as soon as he became an adult.
And now, he is taking the lead in suppressing the evil spirits who threaten the safety of the country, holding a sword himself.
He was a model of noblesse oblige, not hesitating to die despite being of noble royal blood.
“Your Highness! Be careful!”
The moment she heard the adjutant's shout, Nike quickly turned around.
A roaring maw and dozens of teeth. Iron-like skin tightly encased a ferocious body over two meters tall.
This demon had a terrifying appearance, seemingly human, yet not human.
Nike felt it instinctively as he saw the demon's arm swinging before his eyes.
It's late.
"Your Highness!!!"
There was no avoiding it. The sharp claws of the monster severed the artery in his neck with a single blow.
'It's a fatal wound.'
As soon as she made his decision, Nike closed his eyes.
Blessing of Retrograde Movement
That moment.
Click.
The world's time went back 30 seconds.
This time, Nike turned around before hearing the adjutant's shout.
The demon hadn't yet gotten close. He thrust his sword deeply into its weak point, its neck.
Kwaaaaak!
The demon's breath was cut off with a painful scream.
Nike Valencier.
He has a secret.
13 years ago from now.
The Conrad Project, a secret experiment in transplanting supernatural powers that began with the tacit consent of the royal family.
The fact is that it is the only successful result of that experiment.
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