Where is the peace (17)

When Miran open his eyes, he was at a beautiful garden accompanied by an old looking butler. The round table infront of him are full of delicious looking snack, and the drink that the old butler poured into his cup gives a very sweet and fragrant smell.

Miran looked up and stare at the old butler face, his face is gentle with the small smile as he serve Miran. "Young master, have some." He said with a bow and went to the side to let Miran enjoy the food and drinks.

Holding up the glass of drink, he bring it close to his nose, his movement paused for a bit before he bring it close to his small lips and took a sip. Soon after he put it back onto the table and looked at the snacks.

His eyes swept across it, but he did not reach over to them, instead he took out a small story book as he spoke, "Julian, you can come back later. I want to enjoy some time alone." He spoke calmly as he flipped open the book.

The butler, Julian, bowed once again and took his leave, step by step he went out of the garden area.

Miran flipped the book more, and he then put down the book before he took the spoon on the table and looked at the reflection on the spoon. He can see a really young child, age around three year old, with a plump face and soft fluffy black hair, his big green eyes were glittering with excitement.

This was how Miran looked like when he was young, at this age he was a rather playful boy, active in exploring the mansion. Tentatively he know that despite him being alone in the garden right now, there were quite a number of shadow bodyguards that were hiding in his surrounding.

Miran move and put some sugar into the cup before he stir it with the spoon. He purposely stir it fast to make the drink spill a bit, matched with his childish and playful appearance.

As far as he can remember before, the original Miran at this time lost his mind due to unknown reason, and that became the cause of him being send away from this house.

He played with the snack, and sometimes mixed them with a face full of curiosity, as he thought about something else. Once he thought about them, he pretend to take a few bite of some of still intact snack, and yawned with a sleepy expression soon after.

The butler, Julian came back to carry Miran back to his room for a nap. "Hold on young master, I this butler will bring you to your room for your nap" he said with a gentle voice, almost like a lullaby, he makes Miran became more sleepy.

With his head starting to nodding off, the butler carried him away.

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In the room,

On the wide bed, lays another young boy of the same age as Miran. The butler came in quietly as he took care to make his steps light. Slowly he put Miran on the bed just next to the young boy.

Leaned forward, the butler with a wide smile, cuffed the hands of the two boys on bed, and restrain their body with the ropes from the bed corner.

"These blasphemy, we will ensure it will be gone." The butler put his hands together, like he is praying, and with a grunt from him, he took a small red bottle from his pocket and poured it's content around the two boy.

"Ha, may the two of them be born with luck on their next life" The butler muttered a prayer and with that blood red seal appear on the bed, the seal were giving an eerie feeling, caused Miran to wake up with a started expression.

Though confused, he looked around and saw the other boy, and understood that they were currently being used as a sacrifice for something, with only one of them should be surviving after this action.

Miran understood back then, why he felt so much happiness after doing such things, since the two of them were not human, and in this world of human they could only be used to gain power for the human empire.

Miran and this boy, probably his twin, were forced to be turned into a human.

"Ah, young master, you need sleep. Else it may be painful." The butler came close to Miran, his hand were holding a white cloth, probably the drug to knock him off.

"Let us go!" Miran struggled as he tried to pull his hands, but his small body are weak and the strength is not much. "Siran and I will not be fighting for the throne! So let us go!" Miran said with another struggle.

"Young master, apparently we can not disobey the king's order." The butler said with a sorry expression. "Blame your mother for giving birth to the two of you. The emperor only need one child."

"Stop, stop this sorcery!" A pale looking woman came into the room, her black hair is messed and she ran toward the bed, but the shadow bodyguards had long been on a standby, easily capture her, stopping her from going forward.

"My sons! Leave my sons alone!" She struggled and she tried to push her body forward with force.

Her voice stirred the other boy, slowly opening his eyes, the boy looked confused as he blinked his eyes. Miran stopped his movement and turned to look at his twin brother. Though the two of them looked the same, their eyes color were different.

Miran with the green eyes, and Siran with the blue eyes. "Brother..." Siran spoke and his hand moved to reach for Miran. "Wha- ...?" Just as he wanted to speak more, two stabbing sound can be heard as the two of them felt the pain in their stomach.

"I'm sorry, young masters, but we are taking too much time already." The butler, pulled the two dagger out of their stomach, causing them to bleed heavily. "The time has come, the only one will survive is the choose child." He mutter with a big smile.

The red seal shoot up as the light up the bodies of the two boys, the pain were immense as they watched each other bleed. Miran saw the unwillingness in Siran eyes as they can feel their soul being taken out.

With a bright light from the seal, nothing can be seen on the bed as they all heard the tears and scream of pain from the two young boys.

The woman who watched this wiped away her tears and stood up. The shadow bodyguard release her and went back into their hiding places.

"...heh." a small laughter can be heard as the light from the seal fade away, on the bed, one is laying on the bed, another is sitting on it, staring down on his own hands.

"My son!" The woman ran to the boy sitting on the bed and hugged him firmly, while the young boy looked at the side of the woman face before he look down at his other pair. His eyes were a mixed of green and blue, but the blue soon fades away along side his expression become blank.