Chapter 62 (Bonus 2)

Hiro's unfocused pupils dropped its gaze down to his fingers and hand. What greeted his sight were the evident dark roots that have already crawled its way on half of his fingertips and they were twitching and itching, emotionally influenced by his naivety joined by the peeve mixture of his unfamiliar melancholic frustration.

The sleeves of his polo shirt were badly burned to ashes with the toxic and virulent waves of black smoke poisonously sticking to his skin which left a burning and pulsating sensation inside him, allowing him to feel numb all over.

Unbothered, his hands crumpled into a ball of fists in his front as they slowly slide towards the side of his thighs, his veins infuriated.

He breathes through his nose and attempts to calm his thoughts down, but the more he applied force the more he exerts the contained void within him that ticks off his thin patience, and just like the past few days, disappointment washes over him like a struck of lightning.

Answers . . . He wants answers.

'They're incompetent foolsss . . . Shhkk—kill them . . .' A slithering voice whispers hungrily behind him and he tilts his head, giving it a cold shoulder as it continues to pry itself into his thoughts.

'Wouldn't it be better to rule over the world . . . ssshhhaaaa . . . kekekekeke. Think about it . . . sssssssss—with your power and voice, every little thing you desire to have will be at the palm of your hands.'

Hiro narrows his eyes, tilts his head up, and swept his hair back, looking apathetically at the peaceful night sky. He had mastered feigning ignorance to their needs when he seldom had a bigger one to mend in his hands, which has been the cause of the uneasiness and discomfort weighing his chest down, much worse than the past incident he, too, suffered from.

He parts his lips and softly utters the name of the very person who reigned in his mind ever since he can remember.

'Your, exsellensyyyyy . . . think about it. Kekekekeke,' the slithering voices were laughing from every corner he can point to.

Why did his little sprout choose to side those attendants over him?

Lost in deep thoughts, "Hellion," he summons.

After a second or two passes, a lonesome shadow in leopard form crept out of him and sits by his side as the eerie voices he's been enduring to not associate himself with died down.

"My lord?"

Was it the way that person looks different?

"How long have you known humans?"

Hellion's disoriented figure blazes under the moonlight as the dark abyss inside its eyes stared back into his. "Since the world began to crumble in chaos."

"Then which are the common standards that will pique human curiosity?"

Does everyone take more interest in older men?

Hellion, in leopard form, stands and walks his way around his master, buying some time to think everything through. Was this about that human boy again? "It depends on whom this curiosity dwells from."

Hiro grits his teeth, "I see." His eyes were lost in wonder by the stars before him that were too far for him to reach.

Jin . . .

He misses him.

Out of blue, the raw memory of their conversation inside the elevator resurfaces in the back of his head. Every second of it was vividly clear, but he could barely even feel the slightest warmth he felt from back then in his numb hands right now.

The corners of his lips slowly sunk as he releases more of the void within him, freeing his restraints.

It was exactly that time when he could feel warmth in that cold little body of his.

His foot after the other slowly lifts from the ground as his hair harmoniously brushes and slides against the sides of his ears.

But he longed forgotten how it feels anymore.

The sensation of him in between his arms was slowly fading.

Jin . . .

And he hates it.

His thoughts were cut short and before he knew it, he was back standing in one place with the soil pressing against the back of his boots. He doubts whether what the young fellow said about 'not pushing him away' was even true.

He furiously turns to his side where his grandfather's assigned guards for today gulp and went down on their knees upon meeting his ferocious gaze, their eyes have never gone wider in horror until now.

"Young master, I, hereby declare my men oaths to you that no lie shall pass by this night! You are indeed the most qualified person in this world!"

"NO DOUBT SIR!" The crowd cheers, nodding their heads diligently like obedient dogs with their tails wagging behind them.

"Your good looks are out of this world, young master!" The section chief's eyes, who led the group, earnestly meet his thunderous gaze to show his sincerity.

"YES YOUR, EXCELLENCY!" Their voices were brimming with admiration, too much admiration as they all clap their hands like children.

"And so, we bow before you, young master!"

"THAT'S RIGHT!" And so did they, currently on their knees they aggressively hit their heads against the ground repeatedly like fools without a second thought, not bothering how ridiculous they looked from another person's perspective.

"A knight in shining black hair!"

"THE MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSON IN THE WORLD! OUR EXISTENCE HAS BEEN BLESSED!"

"…"

His grandfather's dogs peek up at him, smiling internally after hearing no aggressive response and remarks from him, but their smiles instantly drop when the gush of wind that was raiding the area to destruction navigates and spins roughly than it already was before.

They held unto the mountain grass for dear life, unbeknownst that their efforts only fanned their master's boiling anger and frustration more.

"The most attractive person existing in this world?" Hiro darkly mutters.

His jaw clenches as he glances somewhere within the field.

His people innocently followed where he was looking and their hearts sank deeper into the devil's chamber.

The w-weapon stool?

And suddenly it felt like déjà vu. They pale drastically.

"I think you have defied me enough."

Hiro walks over to the well-supplied and arrange stool. His eyes caught the caliber which was the closest one to grasp and so he did.

"Y-Young master!" How could this be?

Does this man doesn't know how to look at himself in the mirror?

Clueless! Him, being clueless should be a crime! Heavens help them!

Hiro glowers at them and they shudder at his sight.

They only not dare to give him reports with baseless claims but also dared to give him a title that was never his in the first place. He cracks the caliber, his eyes dull and irritated veins popping out from his temple.

The most attractive existence in the world?

He sneers upsettingly in dismay. He points the caliber directly towards their heads, picking which one of them should go down first.

There's no walking halo of blessed attractiveness aside from Jin.

His jaw clenches, his sight turning bleak.

And they dare to speak ill of him.