Hell

The dining room of the mansion was dazzlingly lavish.

Beneath the light pouring from the chandelier overhead, a feast had been laid out to celebrate my thirteenth birthday.

At the head of the table sat my father, Viscount Kaelan Daker.

He was smiling gently as he looked at me.

Beside me sat my mother, Aria.

Anna, who had cared for me since the day I was born, was no longer here.

When I was seven, she accepted her husband's suggestion that they quit their business and open an inn, then left.

But on the day she left, Anna hugged me and cried.

‘Young Master… grow up healthy… I can’t endure this anymore… but I’ll miss you…’

Her ordinary final words still lingered in my mind...