Education is critical, especially in the serial killer industry. After all, there is a reason why the most notorious psychopaths that ever walked on Earth were all very educated people. It is because education helps the killer better understand how society works, and what are it flaws. It is using these flaws can a killer get away by murdering.

Dave had the thought of harming the Hampshires, but he knew that he could not just do it. Especially not what he had seen his father do. So he wanted to know what more this world has to offer, whether there was magic in this world. And if there was magic, then whether there was any magic that could track him down, or perhaps help the investigators to track down the murder weapon or something.

He wanted to learn those things, because the target that he had in his mind, would flip his father off of the rails. He had decided that if he had to kill, he might as well kill the eldest sibling, Luthor Hampshire.

There was a reason that Luthor could act as a spoiled brat in front of everyone. That is because his father favors him the most, apparently that guy had the potential to surpass even his father one day. And that made the man the gem of the family. It made sense to kill the man, to extract all the despair and thrill that Adui could.

As far as the lessons with Hubert were concerned, they were not bad, but not good either. That old man doesn't know how to teach, and if weren't for his eidetic memory, it would have taken him a long time to finally grasp the language. But with his intelligence, he was able to jump from learning the alphabet to spelling out words in just twenty days.

Further down the line, Adui was able to read the sentence out loud, which made Hubert bring him to his father…

Hubert escorted him into the study. That room had been a mystery to Adui ever since he transmigrated, as no one was allowed to go in the room without their father's permission. Even the cheeky Luthor heeded the warning and never went in.

The only reason he was allowed to go there was because he had learned everything that Hubert had to offer. And for that, they were visiting their father.

When they knocked on the door of the room, they heard the hoarse voice of his father, "Come in"

As they walked in, Adui took the whole feel of the room. And it was not what he was expecting. Calling this room a study room would be an insult. More than three-fourths of the room was essentially the training area. From weights to swords and axes, the whole place was filled with useless junk and had a strong smell of sweat and piss.

Why the fuck this room smells like piss? It was a mystery, that he was too terrified to find the answer to.

Besides the three shelves of books was a mahogany chair and table, on which his father was seated, seemingly lost in his work. The weird part about the place was the blue hue around his father. He remembers seeing the hue before when his father turned that boulder into dust. What he didnt understand was, why the hell that hue was concentrated around his father.

As Hubert and he came to the table, he tried smelling the hue. It didnt seem to have any smell to it. But for some reason, he felt good as the hue entered his body.

"Master," Hubert said, his father glanced up, "I have done what I could sire,"

His father scoffed, "I knew that this boy would lose his motivation one day. I am surprised to see that it took you a month to get this boy off his horse,"

What a dickhead, he wanted his son to fail… If all the fathers of this world are truly like this, then it is a good thing that I was born an orphan.

"No sire," Hubert quickly corrected, "You got it wrong. I have taught Young Master Adui everything that I could. He could now read and write,"

For the first time, Adui saw his father look rather surprised, "You are saying that this boy could read and write now?"

"Yes sire," Hubert said, "I have ascertained the fact various times, before coming to you," During the conversation, he didnt say anything because he wanted to maintain the facade that he was still afraid to even speak or look at his father.

His father looked at him, clearly having suspicion. He then opened the drawer from his right side and passed him a snow-white card. Adui took the card, only to find golden letters etched on it. It was an invitation.

"Read this," his father ordered.

Like a drone, he started reading, "Lo..rd Ha..mp..shire. Lord Hampshire, al..ong… es… no.. His.. He..arr.. Is.. Invited to.." His father snatched the card from him. He checked the words on the card and then looked at him with astonishment.

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"I wonder, whether this fool becoming a genius is a sign of grace from Lord Itab, or whether my beloved son has some hidden ability to cure retards like him,"

It was then the door of the study room was flung open and his eldest brother Luthor barged in, "Father, we should be going," he said while walking in.

Nodding, his father Arnold stood up, "You are correct. We should."

Luthor came and stood by them, "And what are these pieces of trash doing here?" Hubert could just smile at the insult, as he always does.

"Well, guess what," his father said, "Your little brother had turned prodigy after getting your beating. He learned how to read and write in just a month."

Luthor looked surprised to hear that, "This barren fuck?" and then Adui received a smack on the back of his head. "I do believe it,"

"It is true sire," Hubert said, "Young Master Adui had really changed since the incident,"

Luthor chuckled, "Is that so.. Tell me ass-wipe, if you I give you one bronze coin every day, for thirty days. How many coins will you have?"

It might have been that Luthor was trying to show that he was still dumb by the rother, that he was before. But to bring the little twat down a peg, he instantly answered, "30 coins,"

"Nah," Luthor loudly exclaimed, and then smacked his head once again, "Zero, because I will not give you none," Luthor's smacks hurt like hell. But Adui didnt say anything, as this was not the time. He would have his revenge one day.

"What would you get if you received 3 coins every day, for thirty days," his father asked him.

He nonchalantly answered, "90 coins,"

"What about if I give you…" and like that, his father asked him basic maths questions like this. A part of him wanted to answer some of them wrong, but he didnt. He figured that why not ride the prodigy train while he was at it, maybe it might actually lead him somewhere.

"Hail lord Itab," his father muttered, "This boy really is a genius,"

Adui didnt notice that Luthor became angry after hearing this because soon that man grabbed his neck and pants and flung him across the room. "What the hell are you doing?" his father angrily asked.

"We are getting late. It is not good to make a man like Eurio wait for father," Adui on the other hand started sobbing, while lying on the floor, with his his eyes closed.

"Hubert, let a maid see whether the boy sustained any injury, we need to go," his father commanded.

"Yes, master.." Hubert said and then ran off to the door, "MARTHA! Come here,"

Adui then heard some shuffling and realized that all of them left. Soon the door was once again open and he saw Martha coming in. Losing the facade of sobbing, he immediately stood up.

Mother fucker, he exclaimed inwardly, That skinny man was able to fling me this far? Although Luthor was strong, he didnt have any defined muscles like that of his father. So it was very surprising the kind of strength that boy showcased.

The mysteries of this world just keep piling up on one another. He thought and walked up to the bookcase to look at the collection that his deranged father had to offer.

"Are you alright young master?" Martha asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I am fine," he said, as he stared at the books.

No name or reference on the spines of the book.. That is troubling. He then took one of the books off the shelf and started inspecting it.

"Young master?" he looked from the book, "Are you… Are you the devil?" she asked with a shaky voice.

Devil? It is then that he realized why Martha was scared of him, and why would she scurry away whenever he would come around. At the time he thought that she might be doing so because she feared that he might expose her secret. But now he realized how stupid he had been. Only Martha had seen his real self, and for a woman with low IQ and no modern intellect, his actions might seem that they are the work of and devil.

"Why do you think that I am a devil?" he asked curiously.

She looked down, scared to even look at him. Then she started muttering, "Your actions.. Your intellect.. They just manifested. Young Master Adui that I knew never had any of them. He was a sweet boy.. But you are not him,"

Adui groaned inwardly. He didnt have time to deal with her, and the problem was that he had to deal with her, and that to now. Considering how backward this place is, if this woman truly suspects that he could be the devil, and tells everyone about it, then he might be burned alive.

"Why do you think that I am a devil?" he asked.

"Well… The changes.. I think that devil has taken control of your body,"

He chuckled and acted calm, "Think about it, Martha.." He said while moving closer to her, "If I were a devil, then I wouldn't be wasting my time studying. I would be creating discord in the family, and might as well go after the life of my smaller siblings,"

He then came close to her, "If I were the devil, I wouldn't have come to you that night for some information. I would have done more things." He could feel her breaths coming heavier, she was scared, "I am not the devil. Nor will I say that I am a servant of Lord Itab. I am Adui. I am just being so cautious because of my siblings,"

She looked him in his eyes, "Your brothers and sisters?"

"Think about it," he said, "I am being beaten, insulted at every day, at every moment. What do you reckon they would start doing when they realize about my intelligence and my changes? They might come after my life."

She shook her head, "None of your siblings would go that far…"

He put his finger on her chin and raised her head, "If you truly believe then you might be more naive than you think you are," She took a step back.

"Now go away," he said, "I want to practice my reading. Father's orders," She scurried away like a mouse returning to their hole.

It was then he turned around and put the book bonk in the shelf. And then turned all of his attention to the chair, he had noticed earlier that the blue hue seemed to emitting from the chair itself. At first, he thought that his father might be emitting it, but now that he was looking at the thing closely, he realized that he was wrong.

What kind of secrets do you hold? He thought, and dove into the chair…