I Was Not Meant To Exist-Chapter 55: Thomas’ dark side takes over

The sound of a man’s sorrowful cries echoed through one of the rooms in the mansion, his sobs sounding like a regret he could never fix.

Thomas, with trembling steps, tried to walk toward his wife who had risen from her eternal sleep—his daughter Mira had healed her, giving him hope.

The wound on Thomas’s forehead, which had been bleeding, had now dried, but his tears still continued to wet his face.

His steps came to a halt as a voice echoed in his mind, a voice that reminded him of the promise he had made.

That voice sounded disgusting to hear.

’You...have...failed...Thomas...’

Thomas’s legs, which had already lost their strength, gave out, and both his knees hit the floor.

Mira, seeing that, tried to approach her father, while Thomas’s wife could only cover her mouth, unable to come closer.

Thomas bowed down before Mira and his wife, his tears soaking the floor of the room.

That disgusting voice echoed again in Thomas’s mind.

’I...will...take...the artifact...myself...’

Thomas grabbed his once neatly combed black hair, his cries now mixed with screams.

"No!!! No!!"

Mira tried to hug her father, but a scent reached her nose—a scent that should have been impossible for her father, who always wore floral perfume.

A burnt smell slowly spread from Thomas’s body, making Mira’s bones tremble as she felt it.

Her golden eyes showed disbelief, while Thomas’s wife began to cry.

Slowly, from where Thomas was bowing, a black circle appeared and expanded, covering the entire floor of the room.

Mira looked at her father with disbelief, her lips trembling as she touched Thomas’s body.

"Father...father...why are you like this?"

Thomas’s wife forced herself to approach him, her thin body and pale skin struggling as she crawled down from the bed.

Mira and her mother embraced Thomas.

Slowly, their bodies sank into the darkness that covered the floor, and gradually all the objects in the room sank along with them.

No sound could be heard except for Thomas’s voice, which became the end of their existence.

"I’m sorry...."

The black shadow that had covered the entire floor slowly disappeared along with the warmth that had once filled the room.

Complete silence became the room’s natural state.

After an unknown amount of minutes, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the room.

Not long after, two teenagers stood at the doorway, their breaths ragged, sweat dripping from their bodies. The first to enter was a girl with dark red hair, her footsteps echoing in the empty room.

Her nose caught a faint burnt smell, while her blue eyes scanned the entire empty space.

The other teenager entered as well—a young man with dark black hair. But the moment he stepped inside, the strong stench of rot and burning made him cover his nose with his arm, his voice muffled as he spoke.

"Hey, Katarina. Don’t you smell that stench? This is seriously disgusting!"

Katarina did not turn toward him; she simply stood in the middle of the room, her voice echoing.

"I only smell a faint burnt scent, Alex."

Alex gritted his teeth and forced himself further into the room while covering his nose.

Now they stood side by side.

Alex slowly crouched down, one of his eyebrows raised, and touched the floor of the room. His first touch felt cold, making Krystal complain in his mind.

’It smells really bad, Alex!’

Alex nodded silently, letting out a breath.

’Did they just disappear like that? Damn...we’re too late.’

Katarina spoke while looking at the window, which now began to show falling snow.

"This is Mira’s mother’s room..."

Alex looked at her while crouching, listening.

Katarina brushed her dark red hair.

"...she had been affected by demonic energy since Mira was young..."

A sigh escaped Katarina as she rubbed her forehead while closing her eyes.

"...Mira kept trying after that, she learned day by day to make that potion, until she finally conducted her own research."

Katarina bit her lip, her hands trembling slightly.

"But her father was the opposite—he tried everything, but failed..."

Katarina looked around the room, scratching her forehead.

"...in the end, his dark side took over, and he fell into demonic darkness."

Alex lowered his head as he listened to Katarina’s explanation.

"Did Mira succeed in making that potion?"

Katarina let out a small laugh, her blue eyes glistening as she remembered being forced to learn how to make that potion by Mira in her past.

"Where do you think I learned to make it from, if not from her?"

Alex chuckled as well and now stood beside Katarina.

"In that case, we have to save that gambler, right?"

Katarina wiped away the tears that were about to fall. Her body trembled slightly, but she tried to nod.

Alex stroked his chin, falling silent for a moment.

"That demon is still after the Bone of Malakar, right?"

Katarina nodded slightly, and Alex clapped his hands once.

"Then he’ll definitely come, right?"

Katarina bit her fingernail, her thoughts racing rapidly in her mind, trying to foresee what might happen.

"It wasn’t like this before... I don’t know what will happen when that demon comes."

Alex scratched the back of his head.

"But we know he’ll come, right?..."

Katarina looked at Alex, and Alex looked back at her.

Alex pointed at Katarina and then at himself.

"Besides, they don’t have a duo like us, right? Whatever happens, we just need to adapt and strike back, yeah?"

A wide grin spread across Alex’s face as he licked his dry lips.

"You know? You still owe me a fancy meal."

One of Katarina’s eyebrows raised as she clicked her tongue.

"Are you serious? In a situation like this, you’re still thinking about that?"

Alex shrugged, chuckling in satisfaction as he patted Katarina’s shoulder.

"A promise is a promise, princess..."

"...Let’s eat now and complain to your mother..."

Alex clicked his tongue and slowly turned toward the doorway.

"Your mother isn’t any weaker than your father, right? Damn...if your father were here, all of this would be over quickly."

Alex slowly walked away, leaving the room, stopping at the doorway.

"Come on...introduce me to your mother."

A faint smile formed on Katarina’s face as her steps carried her out of the silent room, following Alex.

"Yeah...let’s check on the situation first and strike back."

The two of them returned to the palace after failing to arrive on time.

Meanwhile, outside the now empty room, right in the middle of the falling snow, a man wearing a white mask leaned against the wall beside the window.

His white mask had three lines across the mouth and eyes. A tired breath escaped him.

"Not a waste following the princess..."

The masked man’s voice sounded slightly muffled behind his mask.

"This burnt smell is enough proof...."

The masked man brushed back his white hair hidden beneath his white robe.

"...damn. So it’s you, Thomas."