High Above

Manager Moda actually used his own power to escape the influence of psychic brainwashing, which surprised both Ian and Sister Yingguang.

He originally just wanted to ask for some information and let the other person lead the way, but he never thought that this old steward who was usually responsible for the daily affairs of Ryan Castle had such a strong mental power and could create a false story constructed by an unknown psyker. Escape from the palace.

"...Indeed, the young master has died a long time ago. In recent years, all that has been with me is a resentful spirit..."

Touching the pillar behind him and getting up, the old steward leaned on the stone pillar and took a deep breath.

His gray-brown eyes were full of confusion and confusion, but he still said slowly: "I remember... but, I really don't know what the master did."

"In the past few years, I have been responsible for the meals of the young masters and ladies. I only occasionally cook a few banquets and serve snacks and afternoon tea..."

"It's just that I know very well that the master has been very strange recently. The young master and the ladies... are not normal children either..."

"Thank you for your hard work. Living with a resentful spirit will cause certain damage to your health even if the other party does not deliberately influence it."

Ian nodded, turned around and walked towards the first floor of the castle: "We are here to investigate Baron Ryan's affairs regarding cults, murderous blood sacrifices and various evil laws and evil methods."

"I know that you are not willing to betray your master, and I don't expect your cooperation."

"But I think you should come with us to see what your master has done over the years."

Having said this, he turned his head and looked at Steward Moda, who was still standing there, and patiently invited him: "Follow us."

"At the very least, tell us where the rooms of the young masters and ladies are."

"……OK."

The originally confident and cheerful middle-aged man now looks older, and even his wrinkles have become visibly more numerous.

He stood up unsteadily and followed behind Ian and Yingguang, still muttering to himself: "Master... Master... what stupid thing did you do..."

"Could it be that it was me who made the mistake? I told you not to give up..."

Although some went to the other extreme because of self-blame, Steward Moda quickly led Ian and others to the first room.

The white door at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

On the white door, there is a portrait that a little boy drew for himself crookedly. He has light brown hair and one red eye. The boy is grinning. There is also a carefully and neatly written portrait on it that is quite inconsistent with the painter. name.

【Ila's room】

When they reached the door, Steward Moda, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped. His body trembled for a moment, causing Sister Yingguang to ask with concern.

"I just……"

Ian smiled bitterly and refused, "Would you like some tranquilizer?" ' At the suggestion, the old steward shook his head: "I just had two sets of memories come back to my mind...the memories that made me feel scared..."

Saying this, he mustered up the courage, gritted his teeth, and tried to open the door.

But the door seemed to be fixed to the space, motionless.

"Eh?" The old steward was a little surprised. He wanted to take out the key from his arms, but Sister Yingguang shook her head: "This is someone using earth element to fuse the door and the room together."

She stepped forward and pulled out a folding crowbar from the package behind her. Ian looked at her sideways and couldn't help but sigh, 'This is really well prepared.'

Yingguang inserted the crowbar into the crack of the door, and then moved the source material. A restrained heat flow with surging fire energy broke through the barrier, and then pried open the motionless door.

The door opened, and there was a faint smell of decay that was not like a child's room.

That is the smell of life disappearing.

Sister Yingguang raised her hand, and the gray radiant light illuminated the surrounding area. Steward Moda bent down and tried his best not to vomit, while Ian stepped forward, his green eyes scanning the inside and outside of the room.

Even though he was well-informed and had killed many people, he couldn't help but feel slightly moved.

Everything you see is bones.

In the white-based room, the floor was covered with polished human bones, which were simply arranged by the children to look like antlers and deer heads.

Ian squinted his eyes. He raised his head silently and looked at the wall. There were pieces of processed human skin hung there. Each of these human skins was painted with an image of an animal. The painting skills were much better than those hung on the door before. There's a world of difference in the 'skewed drawings of humans', and the animal faces drawn in blood-colored ink are so lifelike.

In addition, there are also many bone carvings made from human bones in the shape of pigs, cows, sheep and various animal skulls. The craftsmanship is very good, but there are also some immature aspects.

There were dinner plates on the floor.

[Incompetent level·Marinated·Ordinary·Not recommended for consumption]

[According to the Fire Civilization Protection Agreement, it is not recommended to eat intelligent creatures except in the most critical moments...]

There are many details that reveal the cruelty overflowing here.

Ian closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

No need to look any further.

It seems that when I came to Ryan Castle, I saw Ila seemed to be playing and eating something.

These are the things he eats and plays with.

The room illuminated by gray flames is very eerie, with dripping pieces of flesh and blood, twisted leather paintings, skeletons piled on the ground, and exquisite but weird human and animal skulls surrounding the entire room, as if staring at the room. everyone in .

Sister Yingguang, who has experienced many battles and has seen many cult sacrifice scenes, also frowned, and the dragon's horns lit up red.

The scene this time was not bloody, but because it was done by a child, it made her quite uncomfortable.

"What kind of evil priest is this..." Yingguang clenched the staff in his hand: "Can you actually twist a child into such a state?"

"It shouldn't be the cult's fault, at least not this child's."

But Ian was calm as if he had no blood or tears. After he finished his observation, he turned his head and calmly asked Manager Moda: "Can you tell me now?"

"The origin of these adopted sons and daughters of the Baron?"

The old steward, who had been suppressing his desire to vomit, finally took a tranquilizer provided by Ian.

He left the room and faced Ian and Sister Yingguang a little tiredly in the corridor.

"I, in my memory, Master Ila does like to play with building blocks. He doesn't like to eat vegetables very much, but likes to eat meat...but...my memory is distorted. I know the truth clearly, but I have always been unaware of it. …”

If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely feel that this old steward is exonerating himself.

But both people present could see that he was telling the truth, and he was feeling grief from the bottom of his heart: "Young Master Ila, I bought it from a wealthy family who was accidentally attacked by a wild beast and died four years ago. children..."

"But in fact...this is false..."

The truth hidden behind the curtain and false memories was narrated, and Ian's eyes flashed with aqua light.

As the old steward was narrating, his psychic passiveness was actually turned on, reflecting various illusions from the past.

The beginning of everything is a tragedy.

Ila's original name is unknown. He was a child bought from a poor family by human traffickers. Because he looked very similar to a child who died in a wealthy family, he was bought back and raised, and he also inherited the child who died young. The child's name.

Life at the beginning was pretty good. But as time went on, things got worse and worse.

The child who died in the rich family had a pair of pure red eyes, but Ila had a pair of heterochromatic pupils, one red and one green.

This is a plus point for other children who are sold, and they can be sold more expensively to traffickers.

But for the wealthy people who bought him as a substitute for their own children, it was a big flaw.

Every time he saw a face that was very similar to his own child, and a pair of completely different eyes, the rich man who thought he would treat this child kindly couldn't help but scold and scold him.

Even... because of this sense of alienation, a kind of sad jealousy arises.

At first, he only touched his eyes, but the deep meaning contained in his cold eyes was completely incomprehensible to the child; and then the many toys, paper and pens that were forcefully given to Ila made Ila even more overwhelmed.

——Because Ira likes to read and draw, so you should too.

——Because Ila wants to be a scholar, you should become a scholar too.

——Because Ila doesn’t like small animals, you can’t get close to her either.

——Because Ira likes to be quiet, you can’t move around either.

As long as you don't do well or imitate well, you will be beaten, scolded, and punished.

The boy's originally lively and cheerful nature, which loved listening to the songs of birds and beasts, was forcibly distorted.

Slaps, fists, branches, whips - because Terrans are physically tough, even children can withstand a lot, so they can vent many violent emotions and desires.

Even the squirrel, which had been occasionally looking at the boy across the fence, was caught by the wealthy family and thrown to death in front of him.

【What are you doing? ! Ira would never do this, play with these filthy beasts! 】

If that's all, that's it.

Although the wealthy couple became somewhat mentally disturbed due to the death of their beloved son, the living conditions they provided were impossible for Ila's original parents to provide. Although the conditions were many and the rules were harsh, for the children of the poor, such a life was , which is already quite good.

He was just beaten, abused, and asked to be another kind of person.

In this land, what is this?

Substitutes should have the consciousness of substitutes.

Until one day, Ila suddenly felt a sharp pain while she was sleeping.

The child who woke up with a shrill wail and scream opened his eyes. After a while, he was horrified to realize that he only had one eye left.

And his 'father' was standing in front of the bed with a twisted look on his face, the man holding the boy's emerald-green eyeball in his hand.

Then crush it into pieces.

——As long as you don't have this eye, as long as you don't...

——As long as I don't have this eye, as long as I don't...

Maybe, you can live on.