Unlike the current Emperor's statue-like appearance, when he was young, he was an extremely gentle and beautiful boy.
'However…'
Isn't this too beautiful?
When I opened my eyes, I found myf drawn into the mental world of Casey.
Even though I was a spectator, I was watching everything from behind a transparent glass barrier through which I could not interfere.
I sighed deeply.
'So, what should I do now?
Wasn't he supposed that just by touching him he would regain consciousness?
Or are the wounds in his heart that deep?
What's going on?'
I screamed his name loudly, but nothing changed.
I decided to keep an eye on the situation, so I followed the amazingly beautiful little boy.
He was living his daily life.
Beautiful, luxurious clothes, a smooth white face, and flowing, shiny silver hair.
Amir's picture was perfect, as if it had been painted.
It wasn't much different from his current appearance, but there was one thing different.
“Why are you here?
When did I let you in?”
A distinctive nervous voice that did not match her elegant face.
A woman looks at Kaysis menacingly.
It was beautiful.
Long, flowing black hair, white skin, and blue eyes that looked like someone else's.
This was the Empress, mother of Caesis, when she was still alive.
But the relationship between mother and son was not normal.
'Did she hate her son that much?'
Casey's childhood memories did not occupy much space in the original work, so I did not know the details.
But I knew that the former Empress was a witch, and that Louis inherited her magical talent from her.
I thought that the marriage of the former Emperor, who was so distinguished and distinguished, and the Empress was full of difficulties.
But I didn't expect it to be this disgusting...
'Why doesn't he say anything?'
It is said that mental attacks affect awakened people more clearly than guides.
This was one of the lessons they repeated at the South Korea center until I got bored.
The Espers, or Awakened here, possess superhuman powers, but their mental barriers are weak.
As for the guides who have the ability to calm them down, they naturally have strong mental barriers.
So I was able to quickly regain consciousness when I remembered Kaysis amidst the memories of my previous life that were swallowing me up.
But Caseys...
'He is different from me.'
That's why he now stands obediently like a polite little prince while listening to those horrific insults.
This did not suit him at all.
Casey as a child, who was subjected to verbal abuse, is nothing like the hero of the novel “The Mad Emperor” that I know.
I knew this was described in a few lines in the original work, but it seemed inappropriate, and I felt anger simmering inside me.
"Listen, Your Majesty.
Do what you've been doing!
This doesn't suit you at all!"
Dead blue eyes.
An expression that seems accustomed to being abused.
It was like my old f, and that made me boil with anger.
This weakness is nothing like the hero I know.
What is appropriate for him is to cruelly mock any attack, and brutally destroy his opponent's mind.
"What do I do?"
I couldn't continue to watch this scene helplessly, as if I was eating a choking sweet potato.
I bit my lip and thought nervously.
I must create a shock from the outside.
Out of frustration, I tried to do something, so I hit the glass-like wall with my fist.
Knock, knock, knock.
I beat him relentlessly several times.
'Wait?'
In an instant, my gaze met the eyes of little Caesis on the other side.
It was a fleeting moment, but I'm sure he saw me.
“You!”
Will he hear me if I scream?
I called out his name until my throat hurt, I shouted obscenities, and even said words I couldn't say with the appearance of Duchess Ariel.
But it seems that it was a coincidence, as the boy returned to his daily life.
Louis looked very nice.
His pure voice as he shouted, “My brother!” It was clear and beautiful.
But not all days were beautiful.
The four seasons are changing rapidly, and the little prince is standing there.
Casey's back looked lonely.
I saw him in pain as he writhed, unable to bear the force that exploded from his small body.
I saw him wiping away tears as he took lessons about mentors, one of whom would be his supposed partner.
I saw him standing like a lifeless statue in front of the former Empress while receiving her insults without resistance.
And finally…
“You, that's not true.”
I witnessed with my own eyes the incident called the Imperial Family Tragedy six years ago.
The wind was blowing like crazy.
Screams tore the air and frightening energy spread sharply.
A huge curtain surrounds the palace garden fountain.
And the former empress was laughing happily, her eyes wide open.
“Finally, finally!”
I had a sudden feeling that perhaps the forces of evil in the original work were more powerful than I had imagined.
If these are Kaysis' memories, then they are the complete truth.
'Why did the former Empress welcome the gate like this?'
Did Casey ignore this even though he knew about it?
While I was thinking about this question, I saw little Casey looking at his mother, who was walking towards the gate as if throwing herf at it.
The former Empress was hugging Louis.
And little Casey, with a distorted expression of pain, was ing her as he held her.
Tears accumulated and finally fell.
"Mom!
Don't do this!"
Even his pleas.
“This kid can't!”
He could have used more force, but the little boy only reached out with his white hand to grab the hem of her skirt.
“Louis, no way!”
Even when he was treated like garbage and thrown around violently, he writhed and continued to catch her many times.
"Leave me, you monster!
My only son is this child!"
How can a mother call her son a monster?
Even if it was part of a plot to implant psychological trauma in the hero of the story, this is very cruel.
I was already crying.
It's as if I'm crying on behalf of little Casey, who couldn't cry freely.
I saw Caesis hugging his little brother as if to snatch him from the Empress's embrace, then falling backwards.
The cheek of little Louis, who had fainted while crying, was flushed red.
'After this incident, he became mute.'
Then the black gate swallowed the empress.
Yes.
Silently, Kaysis let out a soundless scream.
This is how the Empress died.
Even if she was an outstanding witch, the Empress died instantly.
Even now, where wizard research is being conducted, wizards are still unable to breathe inside the portals.
Or rather, the research results have not yet been tested.
So at that time, the Empress died minutes later.
“Ah, ah.”
His small, scrawny shoulders were pitiful.
I was hitting the wall like crazy.
Along Kaysis' thin neck, I saw traces of strength spreading.
Crack, crack.
There were signs of an explosion.
I didn't know if this was only happening in illusion or in reality.
But, I had to save him.
The Esper is mine.
Knock, knock, knock.
The blows of my fist continued until blood was almost pouring out.
“Kaysis.”
Those eyes that want to live.
“Kaysis!”
Those eyes that look like mine.
That's why I chose the option to save you.
So, break down that damn wall quickly!
Finally, I heard the sound I hoped for.
Crack─
As if deep ice was shattering.
Crack, crack.
The glass barrier that separated me, or rather the rejection that Caseys had erected, was shattered.
I ran to him.
I didn't think that my appearance was Hilaria's real appearance, or that he might remember everything that happened here clearly.
I just wanted to hug him.
The little boy awake, who was about to collapse without being able to cry, who was about to explode.
“Kaysis.”
I ran so fast that I almost lost my breath, and I did it.
“I got you.”
I hugged his little body tightly.