The Tyrant Is A Little Bit Kind-Chapter 83: The Real Past 2

(Third Person POV)

Year 2029, April 18, according to the global calendar.

Over the past few days, Orlax had been preparing meals for Vincent and his fiancée. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

And tonight, after they had finished their dinner and gone to sleep in their room...

There was a black shadow hovering near the window, difficult to distinguish.

Because it was now midnight, no one could see it in the darkness.

It slipped into the room and stared at the couple sleeping on the bed, a satisfied smile on their faces.

BOOSH!

Suddenly, Vincent’s body moved and he rose from the bed.

Strangely, his eyes remained shut, as if he were sleepwalking.

His body moved slowly toward a table in the middle of the room where a fruit plate and a sharp knife were placed.

Vincent picked up the knife and slowly returned to the bed.

The shadow in the room silently watched, as if what was happening didn’t concern it.

Vincent’s body stood still beside his fiancée for a while before he moved again.

STAB!

Vincent’s hand, holding the knife, lunged forward, stabbing her deeply in the neck.

Blood gushed from her throat as she opened her eyes in pain.

"Kuuugh."

She began making choking sounds, clutching her neck in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

From the noise, Vincent’s eyes began to open slowly, and shock appeared on his face as he saw the scene before him.

"Am I dreaming?"

That was the question that crossed his mind as he stared, but he quickly came to his senses once he felt the warmth of her body fading with her life.

"No, no, no, no! My love! What’s happening? Why is this happening?!"

His heart pounded wildly as he tried to stop the bleeding—uselessly.

"Kuuugh... wh...y..."

Those were her final words before she closed her eyes and passed away completely.

"NOOOOOOO! My love!!"

Vincent hugged her body tightly, feeling her final breath leave.

Tears streamed down his cheeks like a waterfall, his heart breaking as the one he loved died.

The shadow, still unnoticed by Vincent, continued to watch silently.

Then, Vincent raised his head and finally saw the strange figure standing in the room, instantly putting him on alert.

"Who are you? Did you do this? Why?!"

Vincent tried to move to get out of bed, but—

THUD!

His body collapsed to the floor. He could no longer stand—his legs wouldn’t respond.

"What? What’s happening? My body?! Why can’t I move? You! What did you do to me?!"

The shadow ignored Vincent’s screams and continued staring silently, as if mocking him.

"I didn’t kill your fiancée. You did."

The shadow finally spoke after a long silence, its voice clearly altered.

"And your body is now paralyzed because of a poison you’ve been consuming. You’ve lost control of your lower body, and soon, you’ll lose the ability to speak."

Indeed, as the shadow finished talking, Vincent tried to move his mouth—but couldn’t.

"And after that... you’ll lose your vision."

Suddenly, the world Vincent saw turned completely black. Panic overwhelmed him.

No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer move a single muscle.

"You look absolutely pathetic, Vincent Tirshtain. You killed your fiancée with your own hands, and now you’re completely paralyzed. You’ve lost the power you were once so proud of. Pathetic."

Since hearing was the only sense Vincent had left, those were the only words that reached his soul—words that made his heart ache with shame and guilt.

"If I were you, I’d kill myself right now."

That voice whispered directly into Vincent’s ear, turning his thoughts darker.

’He’s right. Why am I even alive? Wouldn’t death be better?’

"You killed your fiancée with your own hands. Kill yourself to atone."

’Yes... I’m guilty... I must atone...’

"Kill yourself now while you can still move your arms. Later, you won’t be able to, and you’ll stay paralyzed, living with the guilt of killing her. Isn’t this the best option for you?"

Vincent felt something cold in his hand. He guessed—it was the same knife that killed his fiancée.

He stayed still for a while, then moved his hand holding the knife—and stabbed it directly into his heart.

STAB!

Blood poured from him, and his body grew colder and colder until he died completely.

The shadow silently watched the bloody chaos, then left a few minutes later, leaving behind two corpses.

In the palace’s backyard, the shadow reappeared and entered a small shed after making sure no one was around.

Once inside, it removed the mask it had been wearing, revealing the face of a boy around eleven years old with black hair and red eyes.

A wide smile spread across his face, his eyes tinged with madness.

"Hahaha! Thank you, Vincent! You gave me the best birthday gift ever!"

Orlax wiped tears of laughter from his eyes and sat on the bed, thinking about the events of the past days.

After Vincent had asked him to prepare dinner, Orlax had begun mixing several tasteless, odorless poisons—making it nearly impossible for anyone to detect them.

After several days of consumption, their effects finally took hold tonight—just as Orlax had planned.

Using his control magic, he manipulated Vincent’s body and made him kill his fiancée with his own hands.

In truth, the poison wasn’t even strong enough to fully paralyze someone of Vincent’s level—a Half Master.

At best, it would have weakened him for about half an hour.

That was exactly what Orlax needed.

At Vincent’s weakest moment, Orlax used control magic to fully paralyze him, forced his eyes shut, and froze his jaw to keep him from speaking.

He allowed him to move only his arms—enough to make him kill himself without a single touch.

"Phew... I can’t use this method again or it’ll look suspicious."

Orlax stripped off his clothes and quickly burned them using fire magic.

"Since I left a lot of drugs at the scene, most people will assume they were using and killed themselves because of it. But... not everyone will fall for that. Some will suspect something."

He laid on the bed, arms behind his head, lost in thought.

"What matters is... I got rid of the most talented person in the imperial family. I no longer have to worry about the rest."

Suddenly, his heart began pounding rapidly, forcing him up from bed, panting heavily.

"Hah... hah... not again. This curse is seriously annoying."

He grabbed his plain sword and rushed out of the imperial palace, running far from the city.

He eventually stopped in the middle of a distant forest. After making sure no one was around, he sighed in relief.

"Alright... I think I’m safe now."

He let his body go limp, closed his eyes, and allowed the curse to take hold of him.

The air around him began to shift, and a red aura enveloped his body.

The aura was unstable and emitted a chilling feeling to anyone who saw it.

When Orlax opened his eyes again, there was no trace of calm in them.

BOOM!

His body surged with movement, a massive cloud of fire surrounding him and consuming everything in its path.

All night, the smoke rising from the burning forest and the screams of monsters being hunted echoed across the land.

When Orlax opened his eyes again, the sunlight pierced through them.

Most of his clothes were torn, with only scraps left covering his lower half.

His muscles ached from exhaustion after a night of brutal combat.

"This is seriously irritating."

He clenched his teeth, forced his battered body to stand, and began walking back toward the city.

After several hours of walking, he finally reached the palace and rushed into his small shed.

He pulled out fresh clothes from his closet and took a quick bath to refresh himself.

Afterward, he collapsed onto the bed and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep from exhaustion.

"This curse keeps getting stronger with time... I need to find a way to get rid of it."

He sank deep into sleep until he was awakened hours later by a knock at the door.

He quickly got out of bed to see who was bothering him.

KNOCK!

As soon as he opened the door, a tall man with a well-trained body appeared before him.

He looked to be in his mid-forties, with purple hair and golden eyes.

These were the original traits of the Tirshtain bloodline—traits only a few princes had, including the man standing before Orlax now.

It was the First Prince of the Tirshtain Empire and the current heir to the throne—Leon Tirshtain.

"Do you need something from me, Leon?" Orlax asked with an annoyed tone, having just woken up.

"Hello, little one. I wanted to talk to you about a few things. May I come in?"

Leon’s deep and clear voice echoed as he looked at Orlax with sharp, analyzing eyes.

’What is this? He rarely looks at me, and now he wants to talk? Something’s off.’

Prince Leon was one of the few people who had never harmed Orlax in his life.

Not because he liked him or anything, but because he never even acknowledged his existence. He simply ignored him entirely.

That’s why his behavior now stirred suspicion in Orlax.

"Of course. Come in."

He stepped away from the door, allowing Leon to enter and sit on the bed.

Orlax closed the door, sat opposite him, and waited silently for Leon to speak.

"Alright... I’m going to show you something."

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