illusion... - 2

A day or two later, after Cassian's condition was stable except for the strange deformity of half his body, there was no reason for him to remain in the hospital, especially since he did not appear to be in any pain and his wounds had completely healed (?). After all, a whole month had passed since The incident, and he had been given the most expensive and best treatment at the best hospital in the country.

Despite advances in medicine, nothing could be done about these injuries. It is worth noting that the entire villa was reduced to ashes, and only then, after there was no trace of the villa left, did the fire go out on its own. The investigation is still ongoing, and it has even attracted the attention of important figures from other continents. Even the northern continent sent high-ranking officials to join the investigation.

Due to the mystery surrounding this fire, the Januvia family did not dare to expel the others, especially since the fire targeted the secret home of the head of the family.

The initial assumption of the family's private investigators was that the fire was caused by the innate ability of one of the twins, but since Cecil died, this was ruled out because innate abilities never harm their owners. Likewise, Cassian does not seem to have any affinity for fire and was also severely injured by the heat of the fire and was rescued at the last moment before it touched him. .

Therefore, the fire is currently being treated as an assassination attempt targeting the Januvia family...

Vincent Januvia calmly adjusted his glasses, turned off the hologram device, put it aside, then took an open envelope from his side, took it out, read it again, but frowned slightly, annoyed.

"Vincent Januvia II, second heir to the Januvia family, by order of the Lord of Januvia, Octavian Januvia, the guardianship of Cassian Januvia will be returned to you as his father, with orders to take great care of him and monitor him at CODE-ZERO."

He took off his glasses in annoyance and turned to look out the window as the car drove through the streets. His thoughts felt more chaotic than he wanted them to be... to the point that for a long time he was distracted, as if his mind had given up on processing the information...

From the beginning... maybe it would have been better if he hadn't entered that damn competition...

The car stopped in front of the hospital, and he looked calmly at his reflection in the car window.

Elegantly styled black hair, yellow eyes like those of a ferocious predator, and a cold, harsh gaze...

Who are you? He wanted to ask himself because he really couldn't recognize the reflection anymore...

He had lost himself a long time ago... Was it that day?

He looked to his side, where a woman with bright blue-white hair and sky-blue eyes was sitting, looking at him with a gaze that pierced his soul.

"...."

She gently raised her hand and placed it on his cheek and smiled at him with a crazy smile, then spoke in a cheerful voice mixed with her soft but crazy laughter

"Oh, Vincent... Did you think you could escape me? ... You see... I will always come back to you and make your life miserable... Oh, how cute you are, terrified of seeing even my child, who doesn't even look like me... Hahahahaha."

He didn't answer her... He just drowned in the beauty of her crystal eyes.

She tilted her head gently and continued to smile sarcastically and defiantly... The only one who knew about his madness... About his fear... About his misery.

But unfortunately... She was not an ally... Nor was she an enemy, an executioner? Not that either... She is neither alive nor dead... She is the witness, May be?... the victim?... No... Because she's simply not real. just an illusion of her remains that dwells in his mind alone.

"Master Vincent?"

At the sound of his driver's voice, he blinked several times, coming out of his stupor at her presence, and she had indeed disappeared from his side.

Right... she is just an illusion... she died a long time ago.

"Let's go."

"Excuse me, master, but your glasses..."

"Oh..."

Just notice that the driver is drenched in cold sweat and doesn't even dare to lift his head.

Right, he took his glasses and put them on... For Vincent, his innate ability lies in his eyes, but the problem is that it is so powerful that it is useless. Even after all these years, he is still unable to control it without the help of an artifact such as the glasses he is wearing now.

He got out of the car after one of his guards opened the door for him at a signal from his driver.

When he got out, he found his third brother waiting for him, but he just ignored him and continued on, entering the hospital

without showing any emotion on his face. He headed straight for the fourth floor of the hospital and arrived at room 414, where Cassian was staying, but...

He had a strange feeling as he stood at the door. Surprisingly, even though the person behind the door was his son, his flesh and blood, he felt no kinship with him, no affection or love towards him. In fact, it could be said that part of his heart wished that he had also died alongside his twin who had died in the fire.

He hated this feeling... of facing the son of that woman.

Although when he committed his crime, he would be lying if he said he did not regret it. In fact, he could not even sleep peacefully at night because of his guilt, and dark circles formed under his eyes from exhaustion.

Although he didn't tell anyone about this, since her death, since the first night of her death, she had been visiting him in his dreams, threatening him.

His nights turned into nightmares until he could only sleep by taking sleeping pills or exhausting himself so that when he fell asleep, she wouldn't come to him in his dreams... But she began to appear even when he was awake.

In the end, he didn't even dare to seek medical advice, fearing it might be used against him by his brothers and others.

After all, what had brought him to this miserable state was nothing but his ambition to be the heir.

And so... after being her executioner, he became her prisoner...

Despite this, he found himself harboring many feelings for her in his heart: love, hope, guilt, and finally hatred.

He was not wrong when he said that he no longer knew himself... She left him with no trace of his old self, and all his thoughts revolved around her, how to get rid of her, and how to mourn her...