Volume 1 - CH 3

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You've got to be joking.

He gave the shocked and gaping Lydia a hurt, yet perfectly graceful smile.

“Goodnight, my fairy.”

Even if it was in a joking tone, when he said it, it sounded like an honest love proposal.

Leaving the sound of his sweet voice still ringing in her ears, he lowered down to the floor, wrapped in his coat.

Immediately he sank into a deep sleep, and Lydia stood looking down at the defenseless site of Edgar.

“Oh, thank goodness, that was scaring,” said Nico, appearing himself.

“Geez, Lydia, your timing to put in the potion wasn’t good at all. Well, it worked out all right in the end since he drank it.”

Poking Edgar with his back leg, he made sure that the potion was working.

“Now, let’s hurry up and go Lydia.”

Ted, called that man to Edgar.

The voice that never disappeared from his memory, still tormented him even in his sleep. 

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Ted, you’re perfect. All you have to do is look down at those inferior to you and stand basking in the light. Eventually your followers will present themselves and gather around your feet.

I’ll teach you. How easy it is to manipulate those around you. They wouldn’t be aware how you’ve become able to make then move as you wish.

Then that’s how you will become me. You will think as I do, rule as I do, and manipulate as I do.

There is no way that that will happen.

Because Edgar had managed to escape from the clutches of the man who said that. He didn’t end up like that man wanted.

He was a man who wore a mask, covering the distorted, ugly half of his face that was said to be from a wound in battle.

He called himself the Prince, and attempted to make Edgar his puppet.

He wanted a doll that was loyal and attractive, a puppet that would move, talk and work to his wishes, in his place since he couldn’t appear before the public. 

His dream of robbing the puppet of his will and soul and make it his walking empty shell would never succeed.

But, once in a while, Edgar would become fearful.

Everything that he had built up till now could actually be maneuvered by that man.

Because when Edgar desperately broke out, and hid and tried to survive he ended up using the knowledge and skills that was hammered into him.

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If he could successfully put himself above others, acting tolerant and patience towards them which made him appear attractive and charming, then everything would go the way he wanted.

He could make others happy and nervous, make them pity and fear him at his will, manipulating their feelings and use them to his advantage.

Yet Edgar knew that those he manipulated like that were not his true allies.

Trust could not be formed in a master-servant or charismatic-follower relationship, but only when two individuals stood parallel to each other. But that wasn’t easy, it couldn’t be formed between anyone.

Without any reason, his only allies were Raven and Ermine.

And he had no other choice so he used options just for the spur of the moment. After all, nobody could understand the pain that Edgar and his friends went through. He rationalized that he’d just used them as he pleased.

Lydia was another one of the many he was going to use, but it didn’t work out.

If it was a young ignorant girl like that, he thought it would be easy to win her over, but she didn’t trust him immediately like he planned.

It was unexpected that their identities would be revealed because of the appearance of Gossam’s eldest son, but thanks to the wound that Edgar just happened to get, it was an advantage as he could use it to buy her sympathy.

That’s why he decided to talk about his past. It seemed like she was still hesitating, but in the end, she decided that she still couldn’t trust them.

When he saw her slip in the pill, there was only one option left to Edgar. 

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