The Grey Sky

"Remember, Kalden. If in this world it is very difficult to walk as we want... We have to be aware of our position."

Elsie rubbed Kalden's eyes, that kept shedding tears. Now they are in their rooms, far apart from the main mansion, not even with the other servants. Their residence in the small hut behind the mansion is hideous. If it rains then water can get into the house, making them unable to fall asleep. 

Since two years ago, Elsie has been ill, which makes her often faint and vomit blood. 

"mother, we can fight back. Dad loves mom, and he will definitely stand up for mom and consider me a child..." Kalden's voice trembled when he said it. 

His chest was tight, watching his mother suffer like this, although he knew very well how cold his father was to them. His father never cared about the two. For him, the two of them were a disgrace. 

However, Kalden still hopes that his father remembers them and gets help for these forgotten ones. 

Elsie smiled faintly. "There are a lot of things in this world that you don't understand, Kalden. Be patient and calm down, you will understand what mom means."

"Cough!" 

Elsie's eyes shed tears, eyes. She looked at Kalden with a worried feeling. Her body trembled violently with a beating heart, cold sweat oozing from her body, Elsie's hands trembling. She thought she would be fine for having tried to control himself in front of Kalden, yet a pain that seemed to be about to penetrate his chest. It made Elsie claustrophobic, and finally she actually spewed out what she had been holding back. Fresh blood came out of his mouth, spurting out even though she covered her mouth with her hands. 

Elsie looked at Kalden's expression, which was what she was so afraid of, Kalden's expression that was so worried about her. 

"Mother!!" 

Kalden immediately shouted while holding his mother, his body trembling, looking at the blood that came out very much.  

"Kalden... Remember the mom's words.." Elsie's eyes closed one, and she looked at Kalden. Her breathing became heavier and unstable, her heartbeat just now quickly became slow. The sight of her eyes was getting more and more blurred, with a sore head like being stabbed with a knife. 

Elsie refrained from screaming. Nor did she want to grip Kalden's body because it would hurt her child. Elsie bit her own lip, making blood bleed from the wound on her lip. 

"Mother, stop!"

"Mother stop!

"MOTHER!!" 

A big screaming sound came from the small hut. Kalden watched his mother droop limply on the rickety thin bed. His tears couldn't stop. His mother lay gently on the mattress, and Kalden ran to the outside of the hut with sharp eyes full of determination.

Kalden broke into the mansion, Kalden pushed away the maid who tried to stop. He was pressed, racing against time, because this concerns his father. 

The clock had come to nine o'clock in the evening and it didn't make him daunted. An uproar broke out in this quiet mansion. Kalden pounded on the brown door in front of him. 

"Father! I beg you to help mom!"

"Father! Help mothe4! Mom is so sick, she may die, father!" 

Repeatedly Kalden called his father, but his father—Chris Oriesdett didn't come out. 

"Father! CAME OUT! MOTHER CAN DIE!" 

Kalden screamed enormous and his body fell in front of the door crying, wailing. The servants he pushed just now had caught up with him and pulled Kalden's body trying to hold on in front of Chris's room.

"Get rid of him before the Count gets angry!"

The servants screamed and pulled the small body. Even with the rest of his strength, Kalden held the door until his nails clawed at the wall tightly. 

"LET GO! YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

Kalden shouted and then the door of the room opened. Kalden immediately looked forward, seeing his father who had already revealed his form. 

Kalden jumped up directly, hugging his father's leg tightly. 

"Father, help mother... Mother vomited blood.. mother is unconscious." 

Kalden begged his father with such a sad face and heavy tears.

"Just let her die." An impersonal voice that made Kalden startled sounded. Kalden looked over, and his father looked at himself coldly. 

"Bring this child." 

Chris gave orders to the servants, then he turned around. 

"Father, mother can die!" 

"father? I'm not your father, and also I don't care if the trash is dead or not. Punish him for nodding off." 

Crack!

The door of Chris's room closed firmly, making Kalden speechless, he only hoped for one person and he has now been rejected so miserably. He wasn't presumed, never. 

The servants dragged his body, and as Chris ordered, they threw Kalden into the dungeon, and got the lashings repeatedly. The leather whip tore apart the skin of his body, making a torn wound that was bleeding out with incomparable sadness. But Kalden didn't think about himself. He thought of his mother who was single-handedly seriously ill without himself by his mother's side.

"Mother... Mother... mother...." Kalden repeatedly called his mother. He wanted to meet and was beside his mother hoping his mother would still be alive.

In the end, Kalden was inferior to the condition of his body, which made him fall asleep deeply on the damp floor of the dungeon. The cold from the night made his body shiver, it inserted the wounds on his skin in the sand from the under prison. 

BYURRR!

It splashed a bucket of water on Kalden, which made Kalden wake up in surprise. He coughed repeatedly, a stinging feeling because of the water that entered through his nose forcefully. 

Kalde hammered his chest and sat down, his eyes sharpened and saw who was doing this. Right in front of him Erdens was grinning while holding a bucket in his hand. 

"Dog, get up. There is something happy that I will tell you." 

Erdens' smile so brightly defeated the sunlight that broke in from a small gap in the dungeon.

"Your bitch mother is dead! Hahahaha!" 

Erdens threw the bucket he was holding at Kalden, staggering Kalden's head.