Chapter 122: The Hearing (2)

…I opened my eyes.

My view slowly widened, revealing a world wrapped in a dark red fog.

The feeling of being alone in the dark assailed me. But I wasn’t alone. Not far away, someone was calling my name.His tone was as thick as poison and pressured my heart. Unusual emotions rose from the bottom of my chest. It was a long-forgotten fear.

The only man Deculein feared, the father he hated, and the previous head of the Yukline family, Decalane. He looked down at Deculein with his dark red eyes as he spoke.

—Find a suitable bowl.Decalane’s voice, hand gestures, eyes, and atmosphere… all of those memories flowed through Deculein’s feelings.

My back stiffened, and chills ran down my spine.

My whole soul felt like it was trembling.

However, it was strange no matter how I thought about it.

Did Deculein have such a capability? Did there ever exist an institution that accepted fear within him?

Wasn’t Deculein a human whose brain was damaged to some extent so that he couldn’t experience that particular emotion?

So I doubted.This feeling was not caused by Decalane but was simply the result of an action. Specifically, magical brainwashing was caused by Decalane, who was called the Art Wizard of the Century.

I looked at Decalane, removing the fog that obscured his figure. I stared straight at him, buried as he was in Deculein’s unconscious.

—Deculein.

My son.A man who resembled Deculein but somehow colder and sharper than him.

A figure that perfectly fit Yukline’s maxim, ‘Fear the devil.’

—Bring it to me.Deculein was afraid of him, and that feeling carried over to me as well, but…

“I am not Deculein.”

It wasn’t at a level that I couldn’t overcome.

No matter what kind of brainwashing was engraved on Deculein’s body before, it was just a fun trick for one with the body of an Iron Man.I approached him with no hesitation and grabbed his throat with both my hands.

At that moment, memories flowed into me, and a scene arose as if a switch were flicked on.Decalane wasn’t satisfied with either Deculein or Yeriel. What the incarnation of desire wanted…

“Did you want a new head?”

That was the thought that ran through my mind.