Chapter 5

His stepmother happened to be there, imperiously demanding that he give up his seat as an elder. She grabbed me, saying, "Miss Scarlett, please convince Victor. 'Healing' is so difficult, it pains his father to watch. Why bother?"

"Is our family short on heirs, or unable to support a 'cripple'? Won't his brother take care of him in the future?"

I had seen Victor during his "healing" sessions.

In a cold, sealed room, his upper body bare, ancient runes covered his muscular chest. Sweat soaked his once-powerful back, slowly trickling down the valleys of his muscles. He strained against specially made chains with all his might, his facial muscles twitching in "agony".

His pride was immense; he'd rather shatter than bend.

Could such a man really take advantage of others?

Late at night, I knocked on Victor's temporary residence—an even more luxurious mobile stone coffin.