"I'll make you beg for your life!"

At the same time as he said those words, Alex was already moving at an incredible speed.

Sparks of lightning and shadows of his body were left behind every time he took a step.

Unlike Daniel who attacked using his summoned creatures, Alex borrowed the power of his summoned creatures to use against Michel.

For a novice summoner who doesn't have a powerful summoned creature yet, this is the most excellent way of fighting he can use.

In an instant, Alex was already in front of Michel. Michel didn't move, but his eyes seemed to be able to see Alex's speed.

Their eyes met for a moment.

Alex suddenly felt afraid, especially when a faint smile appeared on Michel's face. But not for long, his fear instantly turned into annoyance.

He immediately threw his lightning-clad kick at Michel's face. The kick was so fast, Alex took off as if flying.

As he passed Michel, he didn't feel his foot land on Michel's face. No, he couldn't even feel his foot anymore.

His balance faltered, and before he fell, he saw his severed leg floating in the air.

A loud scream of pain then echoed throughout the hall, as Alex fell.

Almost everyone showed shocked faces at the sight, and Michel watched their faces. Only Lucy and Arsen had unchanged facial expressions.

He watched the faces of the concubines and stopped when he saw Natasha, Rowan's mother. The two of them, mother and son, were the ones who tormented him the most and the harshest.

Natasha returned his gaze and then said something. Although he couldn't hear her voice, Michel could read the movement of her lips.

You son of a bitch!

"Just watch, you'll see the same thing happen to your child!" Michel threatened without making a sound.

He has never forgotten that day. The day when he was 10 years old, or 8 years ago.

After being tortured by them every day, Michel tried to endure and endure until at one point, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

Michel then threw a punch at Rowan's face. It was the first punch he had ever thrown at someone, and it was also the first time he had retaliated against their mistreatment.

Of course, Rowan complained about Michel attacking him to his mother.

As a consequence, Natasha ordered the Sinclair Family Knights to take him to her room.

"How dare a son of a whore like you attack my son! Do you think you're my son's equal? Know your place, you little bitch!"

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Natasha's loud voice as she yelled at him didn't faze or frighten him.

Michel's gaze was still sharp and filled with hatred, and for Natasha, that gaze was a form of contempt shown her.

"What makes you dare to look at me with such a gaze?!" Natasha said as she picked up the ceramic teapot on the table.

The fragrance of high-quality tea can be smelled along with the smoke coming out of the teapot.

Suddenly, flames appeared in Natasha's hand holding the teapot. Not long after, Natasha opened the lid of the teapot and poured the water she had heated onto Michel's head.

The hot tea water ran down his face, his neck, and all over his body. Michel fell to his knees, unable to stop his mouth from screaming in pain.

Michel could feel the hot water burning his head and face into blisters, his skin breaking and the pain becoming unbearable.

It hurt like hell!

While Michel was undergoing that severe torture, Natasha spoke in her usual cynical tone.

"Know your place! No one will care about you here, even if you die! I'll bet your mother doesn't even care after seeing your condition now!"

There was not a hint of guilt or pity in her tone of voice as she said the word.

"Don't ever look at me and my child with that kind of gaze! I'll stab you in the eye if I see that look again! And if you want to live, you must accept all of our treatment willingly! Mark my words, brat!"

As Natasha said, no one cares about Michel, and Michel knows more about it than anyone else.

After being dragged out of Natasha's room, Michel walked towards his mother's room which was also in this residence, Lavender Residence.

Arriving in front of his mother's room, Michel immediately knocked on the door several times until he got a response from inside.

The door opened and Greta appeared before him.

"What are you doing in front of my door?! I told you not to come into my room, did you forget?!" That's what Greta said after seeing that the person who knocked on the door was her son.

Greta then observed her son's appearance from top to bottom.

Most of Michel's hair fell out, his face was disfigured, and severe burns were visible from the neck to the top of his head.

Michel's appearance really looks terrible. But what his mother said was much more terrifying.

"Disgusting! Why did you appear in front of me looking this disgusting?! I'm going to throw up. Get out of here! Don't ever show up in front of me again!"

Greta hurriedly closed the door after saying those words. This was their meeting after a long time, but it ended like that.

The meeting had only lasted less than half a minute, and Michel hadn't even spoken yet, but his mother had already ended it.

For a while he just stayed in front of his mother's room, not moving an inch.

His blank gaze did not flicker toward the door in front of him. If someone saw his current state, they would have thought that Michel had died standing up.

There was nothing Michel could do but leave Lavender House immediately, carrying the chaos and despair in his heart.

It happened at night.

On top of the small tower beside Salvia's residence, Michel stood on its edge, looking down. Down there were various kinds of beautiful purple-colored flowers, such as bellflowers, lavender, etc.

The tower was about thirty meters high, and if Michel jumped, he would definitely die or be maimed.

Michel raised his right foot slowly and stepped forward, into empty air.

Just as he closed his eyes and was about to jump with his left foot, a man suddenly shouted from behind him.

"Hey, brat! What are you doing?! Stay away from-"

Michel turned his head and saw a handsome knight with wavy golden hair.

The man hurriedly walked over to him, but his steps suddenly stopped after seeing Michel's appearance.

Expressions of dismay, pity, worry, and various other emotions that had never been shown to Michel appeared on the knight's face.

The knight again stepped closer to him as he said.

"Kid, what happened to you? Did someone do this to you? Who-"

"Don't come any closer or I'll jump!" said Michel coldly and emotionlessly, cutting off the knight's words.

The knight stopped walking because he knew that Michel meant it.

No one spoke, only the sound of the soft night wind could be heard above the tower for a few moments.

"Tell me!" said Michel suddenly, he looked into the knight's eyes with his lifeless gaze.

"How deep is the abyss called suffering? Is it like the night sky, dark and endless?"