The Sickly Youngest Member of the Villainous Family

‘I don’t want to die, so I’m looking for a way to cure myself.’

 

Sasha’s expression was quite impressive as she spoke with a tense face. The bright-eyed little girl walked ahead of him, determined.

 

Sasha had grown up and was now watering the flowers in the garden.

 

Coughing―

 

She continued to read books persistently.

 

These actions always caught his attention and bothered him.

 

“You…… young master, I’ve made a mistake……! Cough, argh!”

 

Jin’s musings were interrupted by an irritating sound.

 

In the Rosento hideout that was briefly visited, Jahran, the second-in-command of the underworld, knelt before Jin, shivering. His throat was seized by Jin’s black flames.

 

At his side was a dagger that had been cut into three pieces. This was the result of a failed ambush.

 

Jin’s eyes gazed coldly at the man.

 

In an instant, another stalk of black flame stretched out from Jin and struck him.

 

Crackle―!

 

The man was thrown back with a tremendous sound, crashing into the wall before falling to the ground.

 

The members of the underworld next to Jin looked at Jarhan with pitiful expressions, clicking their tongues.

 

“Cough…… You…… Young master, cough…… sinned, to die…….”

 

“What were you trying to achieve by killing me?”

 

Step by step, Jin walked up to Jahran.

 

Jahran had once been the second in command of the underworld, the underbelly that exists in the shadows of any society.

 

Orphaned children, rogues, and hired assassins – all moved under his command.

 

He thought that his life of luxury, not inferior to any noble, would continue indefinitely.

 

“Was this a feeble attempt to take control of this place again?”

 

Yes, years ago, the Winchester brothers were nothing but young boys. Who could have known that they would behead the leader and take control of this place?

 

“That’s…….,” Jahran stuttered.

 

“If I die, there’s still Othello.”

 

Jin’s lips curled.

 

Jin Winchester was tall and handsome, about the height of a full-grown woman. But the pupils within his cold gaze were fierce.

 

‘I know that the boys of the Four Great Families who manifest ‘the ability’ are not normal humans.’

 

They were said to be more mature in their mental age and physical abilities compared to ordinary children. Even if ten mercenaries were to attack, it would be difficult to deal with a single child with abilities.

 

With two such monsters attacking, what difference did it make if there were one leader or two?

 

“Cough…… cough…….”

 

Jin Winchester was right.

 

Even if he had killed him, Othello Winchester would have taken his place.

 

“Besides, my father is the Duke of Winchester, Recardo.”

 

At the name that flowed from Jin’s mouth, everyone flinched.

 

The Dark Lord, the Dark King.

 

If he had his way in Rosento, all the Dark People would bow to him.

 

“Courage that does not fear the aftermath deserves a reward.”

 

~ Translations by Lurelia | Editing by Valpal | Read only at moonlightnovels.com ~

 

The absolute ruler of the night, the one man who all who live by night must fear, is Recardo Winchester.

 

“……cough.”

 

Jin’s dark aura tightened around Jahran’s throat once again.

 

Jahran, with his face covered in blood, faced Jin’s cold gaze.

 

Arrogance begets death, just like now.

 

“Jahran.”

 

Jin’s low voice rang in his ears.

 

“I’ll give you a chance to die in peace. Cooperate with me.”

 

“P-Plea… Please just say the word.”

 

“Twenty years ago, you killed an Akada doctor with whom you worked, robbed him of his winnings, and became a wanted man in the empire.”

 

It was the reason Jahan had come to live in the underworld of Rosento.

 

“Yes…… yes.”

 

“There are three books that went missing from his library at that time. Books on the Elixir of Life.”

 

Blood dripped from Jahran’s nose as it ran down his chin.

 

Jaran choked out his response.

 

“T-Those… those books, do you need them… cough…”

 

“Yes.”

 

It was a curt reply.

 

Jahran thought that even this brat, who possessed all this power, couldn’t resist the desire for immortality.

 

Twenty years ago, he was a disciple of the doctor Akada, and he had stolen those books.

 

However, the method of achieving immortality was not written in the books. There was a recipe for a healing potion called an ‘elixir’, but it was an incomplete formula.

 

But there was no need to explain that.

 

“I will bring them to you. I know where they are.”

 

Jahran grunted around the choking black flames and told Jin he would cooperate.

 

However, Jin showed no sign of releasing Jahran for a long time. It was after Jahran finally sensed something was amiss that Jin’s lips curved up.

 

“If you know where they are, then there’s no need.”

 

“Yes… eh?”

 

Jin’s dark flame surged in his hand.

 

“I’ll accept the gift for my younger sister.”

 

Jin sneered down at the weakling in front of him with a cruel gaze.

 

“Your…….your younger sister……..”

 

“Shadow of the Abyss.”

 

A powerful black flame spell surrounded Jahran, a spell that penetrated the mind and laid bare all its secrets, but at the cost of making the victim an idiot.

 

“T-this… what… agh!! My head!! Aaaah!!”

 

The members of the underworld who were present all bowed their heads in fear.

 

In Jin’s sharp green eyes, Jahran’s memories resurfaced.

 

The dying image of the doctor whose carotid artery Jahran slit with a dagger twenty years ago, the book stolen by Jahran… and where he had hidden that book.

 

“Ugh! Aaah! Aaah!!”

 

Amidst Jaran’s agonized screams, valuable pieces of information were gathered.

 

“Ugh! Cough! Gasp!”

 

The corners of Jin’s mouth cruelly twisted even further up.

 

“Sasha, I’ve got a present for you.”

 

* * *

To be honest, Evan couldn’t understand.

 

‘Please kill me.’

 

He remembered the face of the woman who begged him with her frail body.

 

Throughout all his regressions, she was just one of the dying creatures.

 

Consistently seeking an escape through death, and sometimes… he granted that wish.

 

“…….”

 

Evan suddenly spread his hands, which had been stained with countless amounts of blood.

 

At some point, he no longer felt the pain in his chest that came with taking the lives of innocents.

 

Even when he witnessed people dying, he became numb.

 

With each regression, his identity as a human, his personality, was gradually deteriorating.

 

He might become a monster no different from Phersetos.

 

When he thought he had abandoned all remaining hope, Clarity did not manifest.

 

An intruder appeared in his <Square>, like an unwelcome guest.

 

That day when he arrived at Winchester Manor, she was observing him. The second-floor window, the round head of silver hair that stood out.

 

When their eyes met, she ducked down. Like she was caught peeking at him.

 

‘I need to find out.‘

 

Evan’s blue eyes shimmered coldly.

 

‘First, I need to confirm if you’re the real Sasha Winchester.’

 

Now that he had identified the intruder who roamed his square, it shouldn’t be difficult.

 

And since he was assigned to a room close to Sasha Winchester, he would have plenty of opportunities.

 

Just then, a foreign voice came from beyond the corridor.

 

“The young miss has a fever again. Call the physician. Report to the Duke as well.”

 

“Understood, Maya.”

 

Evan stared at the closed door of his room with his cold eyes, furrowing his eyebrows.

 

Now that he thought about it, he didn’t know much about her. Other than that she was always pale and looked like she was in pain.

 

A moment later, another sound could be heard from outside the room.

 

“The duke is on his way.”

 

“Oh, already? I understand.”

 

If he would arrive less than a minute later, he must have already been on his way.

 

~ Translations by Lurelia | Editing by Valpal | Read only at moonlightnovels.com ~

 

The servants moved quietly but diligently.

 

“The duke is coming. Prepare!”

 

Evan lay on the bed, furrowing his eyebrows.

 

Recardo Winchester, the man who treated humans only as bugs, was a man who knew how to find out that his daughter was ill.

 

A sick girl at Winchester Manor, and the dark lord looking for her.

 

When he carried the little girl into the hunting party two years ago, he thought it was a mere coincidence, but with this extent, it couldn’t be just a coincidence.

 

The desolate mansion, even though it was filled with the fishy smell of blood, gave off the feeling that it revolved around a small child.

 

It was a story that conflicted with Evan’s countless memories of the past.

 

***

 

My head was throbbing as if it would split open.

 

I trembled uncontrollably, likely due to the high fever.

 

“Cough, cough.”

 

I took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, but my fever didn’t easily subside.

 

The room seemed to spin before my eyes.

 

“Ugh…”

 

I tightly held onto the finger next to me.

 

Was it Maya’s hand? It was long and slender, but it seemed a bit bigger… I wondered if her tendons were originally this thick.

 

“It hurts…….”

 

A cracked voice escaped through my lips. The scraping of my labored breathing felt hot in my throat.

 

“I miss… Mom…”

 

When I’m in pain, family is the first thing that comes to mind. The faces of my mother and siblings from my previous life flashed in my mind.

 

They must be doing well even without me, right…?

 

As I spoke, my strength continued to fade. I closed my eyes softly.

 

A faint voice reached my ears.

 

“…Seeing you like this, it seems hopeless.”

 

It wasn’t Maya’s voice, but I didn’t dwell on it and fell into a deep sleep.

 

“…Just a young child.”

 

It hurts. I want to rest.

 

A slightly rough hand gently covered my forehead.