History at the Library

Chapter 151

“I’m so angry I’m going crazy.”

“It’s all in the past.”

Perhaps the days when he was angry at the injustice have already passed, he replied with a smirk.

Since Julian was born, Aiden has been branded ‘evil’ completely, but he has not really blamed his brother. What could be the fault of the child?

Of course, there were times when he was unhappy with him as a child, but he couldn’t be mean enough to look at his eyes and throw away the blood that followed him like a chick. Rather, Aiden cared very much about his brother.

Despite being born in an imperial palace where there was no bloodshed, Julian was too innocent, and Aiden wanted to protect him and the other child to the end. He wondered if he could have at least one person like him in this bloody place where he opened his eyes and snored.

Sometimes I want to kill him when he’s being unreasonable. I have thought about it, too.

Aiden smirked and laughed at Julian, who was blue and shaking like an aspen tree, whenever he hinted that he was going to take his life.

At first, it seemed to have started like that, but he was already looking after him, who became emperor.

After the obituary of the previous Emperor, the clueless boy became the emperor, which seemed to be at stake. Like his birth, God blesses, he just wanted to let his brother live a blessed life without failure and frustration his whole life.

He claimed to be dark so that his brother could shine more splendidly in front of others, just as the darkness gave off a bright light. And once he became the master of the underworld, he could accept that his brand was not a curse but a destiny.

He was not interested in the Emperor’s post anyway and did not intend to have it even if it was given to him. It was annoying.

“In conclusion, I think it’s all good. I’m more suited to this side.”

Is it because of the evil he raised himself to be the owner of the underworld, or is he really a villain? It was as meaningless as arguing whether the chicken came first or the egg. Since he was born, he has thrown away everything society calls moral.

He did everything to survive. He learned how to hide himself thoroughly by acting like a rascal, and did not hesitate to swallow poison to the extent that it was lethal to develop the tolerance of poison. He participated in a hunting competition and was hit by a poisoned arrow, and was caught in flames while struggling with an assassin outside.

If they don’t kill him, he’ll die. It has been thrown into the wild since childhood. Killed not to die, and there was no guilt at all about it. He had to hide his sharp teeth every moment he was awake, and he had to be ready to take their breath away. They’re only looking for a chance to let the other person off guard.

The imperial family and the previous imperial nobles hated it so much that they were trembling, but thanks to that, he was able to become as strong as he is now, so he should be grateful. He was just pretending to have an early villain education. He can say this because it’s all in the past, but he didn’t complain because he gave it back to them.

The previous Emperor, who had no chronic disease, died suddenly due to a sudden illness. Such a trivial story of being treated in a manner without morals by a son who was raised without morals.

“Even if Aiden doesn’t care now, their actions aren’t justified!”

“……..”

Aiden chose silence. He was clearly aware that he was not the one to stand up for someone in this way.

If she hears the secret of Aiden’s hidden past, why would she say that to him? Do you want some sympathy? or You have to hope for what you want. Put your hands on your chest and reflect on it yourself, is what he would have said.

Even if his childhood had a profound impact on what it was right now, it was Aiden’s choice to eventually become the master of the underworld. He has killed countless people in the name of master of lawless zone, and will probably continue to spray a lot of blood. No one can be held responsible for that.

“Wo, that’s sweet.”

Aiden murmured to himself and stared at Vivian, who was forcing herself to swallow her tears.

She stopped huffing at the gentle stroke on her cheek and put on a strange face. It was like trying to hide the blush somehow. Aiden laughed quietly because the honest response was cute. He couldn’t believe the situation kept going the way he wanted it to.

It was like a dream. The warmth that touches his fingertips is not a dream, though.

“That’s weird, really.”

“Wha, what?”

“This wasn’t what I expected. Why are you only saying such pretty things?”

Laughing at his lips, he realized it as soon as he said it. That he was not hated by Vivian and only said things that would make him feel sympathy. It was almost instinctive behavior.

He wanted to give her a choice, but he couldn’t have killed, tortured, buried, used and said anything like that with his own mouth. If he says so, anyone will run away with a pale face. The only excuse is that he didn’t touch the general public. Is it that bad?