["Only my Master cares about me, do you understand, Rui?" Cail de Castalia wore an expression of madness to oppose Rui].
["You've been brainwashed by him. I'm giving you a chance." Rui extended his hand with a sympathetic look, but Cail de Castalia did not take it.]
Two lines of the scene played out before me. It was a strange dream. What appeared were faceless shadows and letters that had fragments of words scattered about. The background of this dream is darkness. The source of light is the letters.
'Cail ....'
There was no way I would not have realized it if everything had been presented in front of me.
I was supposed to be that Cail de Castalia.
Willbert's only disciple.
The Chimera monster.
With this realization, despair seeped and thickened in my heart. I was destined to suffer in any world.
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The canopy of the bed reflected in Sein's empty eyes, the scent of tranquilizers and drugs wafting through. He saw the mannequin-like servants standing around his bed waiting for him to wake up.
The wounds on his body healed without a trace, the clothes he wore felt comfortable and luxurious. However, Sein had to pay for this luxury soon at an unimaginable price.
As soon as he got out of bed, one of the servants said, "The master has been waiting for you."
The servant signaled to take Sein to see Willbert. There was no way out. There was no way Sein could escape now. His fate had been decided since the beginning of his meeting with Willbert, no, probably longer than that. One thing was for sure, whatever he did would be useless against Willbert de Castalia.
The interior of Castalia Manor had a unique luxury, but Sein could feel the gloom from every corner as if this place was a den of demons. Along the hallway, there were candlesticks carved in the shape of silvery wolves. The candles in the candlesticks emitted a cobalt blue glow, lighting the way to the main room.
The servant stopped in front of a room that had a black iron door with the same symbol as the candlestick carving. He pulled out the iron used to knock on the door and moved it twice. The sound of the iron door knocking resounded loudly.
After the resound stopped, the servant turned to Sein behind him and signaled him to go straight in. Sein prepared for the worst of how the servant acted. He held his breath as he pushed the door open and entered the room where it would be the first turning point in his second life.
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Great news was circulating in the capital and quickly spread throughout the Marina Kingdom. It was about the adoption of an Exalted son. Grand Duke Exalted Willbert de Castalia adopted a boy, but no one knew the boy's figure. While on the other side, the news of the disappearance of the Marquis Exalted Arelis's son became an incident that shook the Kingdom of Marina so that there was chaos everywhere caused by the loyal followers of the Marquis Exalted Arelis tried to find the whereabouts of their dear young master.
Two major news stories came at the same time as a coincidence, but strangely no one suspected who Willbert's adopted son was. Thanks to Willbert's declaration that he would retire from politics to care for his adopted son, the nobles and royal family could breathe a sigh of relief and take more interest in the disappearance of young master Arelis.
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In the Castalia Manor in Harva City, in a damp and dirty basement, a boy sat on the stone floor with no expression on his face. He was locked up here and every night, Willbert would come give him carrots and sticks, brainwashing him.
Sein used his special abilities several times to fight Willbert, unfortunately it was in vain and his mental strength was getting weaker day by day. His torture methods were more sadistic than those of the researchers in his previous life. Knowing that Sein had the ability to not feel any form of physical pain, Willbert tested him by breaking his arms and legs, then healing them when Sein begged.
Recalling the torture, Sein smiled bitterly. He was probably worse than the experimental subject. There was a nickname that rang in his mind about Cail de Castalia, he was Willbert's puppet.
At this point in time, Sein decided to deactivate his passive ability [Memories], he often called it photographic memory and always recorded every single thing he experienced. The researchers told him that the ability he had was attached to his soul so there would be serious consequences if he forcibly deactivated the passive ability. If [Memories] was disabled, then Sein would lose all his memories.
He would not be able to obey and continue to be locked up and tortured here as long as he still remembered about his previous life and his family in this world. If he did not obey, then he would definitely die here. Also, it was impossible to pretend to be obedient because with Willbert's status as a Demigod, it was very easy to see through his pretense, the end result of which would also be an even more miserable death.
'There is no other choice.'
He could not obey Willbert because of his opposition to the protagonist's enemy Rui. His biased towards the protagonist made it difficult for him to do obedience to his enemy, no, it was more like Sein really didn't want to do it.
So, Sein made the decision. The knowledge of the novel and also his memories of his new family would only drag his feet to death.
Sein had to completely obey Willbert and accept his brainwashing if he wanted to survive. This was his destiny in this world. At least until he met the protagonist.
It was not that Sein had not prepared a way for him to reactivate it, but that way required him to meet the protagonist Rui. He pinned the trigger and closed his eyes.
'Deactivate [Memories].’
Instantly his violet eyes turned silvery for a moment, his blank expression compounded so that it looked like his soul had left his body. Once the silvery color faded from his pupils, everything in him had changed.
What was left of him was an empty doll without the influence of the memories of his two lives.
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