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At first glance, it didn't appear like this place was so different from the rest of what he'd seen.
However, he was proven wrong when the more he walked down.
The people in here were all exceptionally good looking, which confused him greatly. Actually, this was more in line for what he imagined a slave trade would look like.
Of course, they were only good looking and not stunning, like he was used to. If one stayed with his brother or mother, or even his father long enough, you'd eventually grow accustomed to these kind of looks.
Alec as well, though only a teenager, had stunning looks. He was pale, but his features all came together in such a way that made him a beauty, though he was sure that his uncle would stab him in the side if he ever said as such to him.
"Huh? Who's here now?" came a voice from somewhere a little further away. "Intruders?"
"Eh, no way. The intruders can't find this place." There was a pause before the person continued talking. "I have no idea. Unless that idiot from before accidentally killed another one? I swear. We still need these people. It's not like those useless Awakening idiots grow on trees. It's so hard to find even one of them!"
"Yeah. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind if it's really him."
Kieran's eyes sharpened. He recognized those voices. It was his cousin and uncle.
Their eyes locked across the hallway, and the two stopped, their eyes widening in shock.
He dropped Fenrir as he darted forward, instantly taking care of his branch member cousin first since he was nearer.
There was a shout of alarm from his uncle as he attacked him.
Kieran ducked under the kick from the man. He didn't even want to think about how these morons were related to him.
How was it that his family hadn't seen the dark side of their so-called branch members before? Had they hidden it so deeply that they were able to cover their tracks so well?
It didn't make any sense.
There had to be someone behind them helping them cover up their tracks.
"Kieran," Johnathan hissed, glaring at this hated nephew of his.
It wasn't that he hated the boy specifically. He just hated everything he stood for, and the fact that his brother had never reinstated him as a main family member.
Once upon a time, he had been part of the main family too. He'd been a proud Rothschild.
That was, until his father had banished him from the family, branding him a branch member. He couldn't stand it. He was from the main line, not the side branch!
"…Jonathan," Kieran said. He couldn't bring himself to even utter the words 'uncle' when they were surrounded by people that had been placed here by him.
He was disgusted that he was related to such a person.
Did he have no humanity at all? How could he do something as despicable as human trafficking? Or worse, as he suspected?
Jonathan sneered, feeling hatred bubble up. "So, I'm not even graced with the words 'uncle' now, am I? It goes to show exactly how much the branch family means to the main family."
Kieran sneered right back. He couldn't believe that he had the audacity to say such a thing. Not when he was surrounded by various prisoners in different states. Their eyes seemed piercing to Kieran, but Jonathan could just stand here so nonchalantly and disregard them.
He didn't even dignify the man with an answer, feeling like he was giving the man too much if he answered. It was utterly disgusting.
Not to mention, Jonathan had been kicked out of the main family because he'd tried to kill his father. Not just once, but two times. He tried to be all subtle about it and used poison, but they were able to trace it back to him, apparently.
Honestly, the first time Kieran heard about that, for the first time ever, he actually wanted to smack his head against the nearest wall.
How could his parents have been so… well, so stupid?! They were just leaving loose ends for themselves, and knowing that Jonathan actually, legitimately tried to kill his father because he wanted the seat of family head for himself obliterated whatever respect he had for the man.
Family? Pah, he would rather not have family if they were going to try to kill them. The nonsense about blood being thicker than water apparently didn't apply here at all.
Since Jonathan didn't think of Franz as family, then what was the point of trying to keep that relationship?
His father was too soft. It wasn't anything that Kieran thought he'd ever say, considering his father was known as ruthless in high society.
No, he was going to kill this man here and now. Even if he couldn't, he had no intentions of leaving him alive. He was sure that his mother would agree with him on this point.
No wonder there was always a weird undercurrent whenever the branch family members visited them last time.
Kieran's magic coursed through his body.
Unlike the rest of his family, while Kieran was a Bright, he had the Defensive Magitype.
He used it for body reinforcement. He was all but impregnable in this state. As long as he didn't lose concentration.
It wasn't as flashy as the Offensive types, but it worked just fine for him. He didn't feel a need to show off in battle.
Taking a single step, Kieran crashed forward into Jonathan's defence, sending the man stumbling a few steps back as he tried to regain his balance.
Kieran dodged the swing of Jonathan's fists, ducking under and sweeping the man's feet from under him.
Jonathan snarled. How could he be beaten by a brat?
Calming himself down, the man started to test the brat's defences. To his frustration, whatever he did didn't seem to do any damage to the young man.
Frowning fiercely, Jonathan started powering up his attacks more and more.
Kieran's eyes flashed.
Jonathan seemed to think that he was taking everything head on, but the reality was, the man's magic caused a large bang and a large amount of dust to fly up every time.
Kieran just dodged everything. While he was certain that his defences could hold up, there was no telling whether or not he could do so.
The man was actually a cut above most people, and while he was inwardly anxious that more people might come, he was slowly wearing down the other man.
Jonathan panted, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it didn't make.
Why wasn't he able to leave a single dent on this little brat?
He was sure that he was able to hurt him at least a little, but the looked just as pristine as he did before he started.
Jonathan narrowed his eyes, then he quickly pulled out a slave from inside the cell.
He'd seen her out of the corner of his eye when they were fighting, and she'd strayed close to the door in hopes of avoiding them.
There was also curiosity shining in her eyes as she took in their battle, and Jonathan felt a flush of humiliated anger at the thought that he was being watched like a sideshow freak.
So, he grabbed her, and to his delight, it made Kieran stop in his tracks, gritting his teeth.
"What? Not so keen to fight me now?" Jonathan asked, sneering at his nephew.
Kieran's eyes blazed with anger, and he didn't make any sudden moves.
Jonathan had pulled out a knife on the poor girl's neck, and he'd already pricked her a little when she didn't stay still.
There were tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't make a sound, hearing the silent threat in his action. She bit her lips, staring at Kieran with pleading eyes.
Kieran closed his eyes for half a second. He didn't want to give Jonathan any time to attack him if he sensed weakness.
Slowly, Kieran looked down, his eyes flashing.
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At first glance, it didn't appear like this place was so different from the rest of what he'd seen.
However, he was proven wrong when the more he walked down.
The people in here were all exceptionally good looking, which confused him greatly. Actually, this was more in line for what he imagined a slave trade would look like.
Of course, they were only good looking and not stunning, like he was used to. If one stayed with his brother or mother, or even his father long enough, you'd eventually grow accustomed to these kind of looks.
Alec as well, though only a teenager, had stunning looks. He was pale, but his features all came together in such a way that made him a beauty, though he was sure that his uncle would stab him in the side if he ever said as such to him.
"Huh? Who's here now?" came a voice from somewhere a little further away. "Intruders?"
"Eh, no way. The intruders can't find this place." There was a pause before the person continued talking. "I have no idea. Unless that idiot from before accidentally killed another one? I swear. We still need these people. It's not like those useless Awakening idiots grow on trees. It's so hard to find even one of them!"
"Yeah. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind if it's really him."
Kieran's eyes sharpened. He recognized those voices. It was his cousin and uncle.
Their eyes locked across the hallway, and the two stopped, their eyes widening in shock.
He dropped Fenrir as he darted forward, instantly taking care of his branch member cousin first since he was nearer.
There was a shout of alarm from his uncle as he attacked him.
Kieran ducked under the kick from the man. He didn't even want to think about how these morons were related to him.
How was it that his family hadn't seen the dark side of their so-called branch members before? Had they hidden it so deeply that they were able to cover their tracks so well?
It didn't make any sense.
There had to be someone behind them helping them cover up their tracks.
"Kieran," Johnathan hissed, glaring at this hated nephew of his.
It wasn't that he hated the boy specifically. He just hated everything he stood for, and the fact that his brother had never reinstated him as a main family member.
Once upon a time, he had been part of the main family too. He'd been a proud Rothschild.
That was, until his father had banished him from the family, branding him a branch member. He couldn't stand it. He was from the main line, not the side branch!
"…Jonathan," Kieran said. He couldn't bring himself to even utter the words 'uncle' when they were surrounded by people that had been placed here by him.
He was disgusted that he was related to such a person.
Did he have no humanity at all? How could he do something as despicable as human trafficking? Or worse, as he suspected?
Jonathan sneered, feeling hatred bubble up. "So, I'm not even graced with the words 'uncle' now, am I? It goes to show exactly how much the branch family means to the main family."
Kieran sneered right back. He couldn't believe that he had the audacity to say such a thing. Not when he was surrounded by various prisoners in different states. Their eyes seemed piercing to Kieran, but Jonathan could just stand here so nonchalantly and disregard them.
He didn't even dignify the man with an answer, feeling like he was giving the man too much if he answered. It was utterly disgusting.
Not to mention, Jonathan had been kicked out of the main family because he'd tried to kill his father. Not just once, but two times. He tried to be all subtle about it and used poison, but they were able to trace it back to him, apparently.
Honestly, the first time Kieran heard about that, for the first time ever, he actually wanted to smack his head against the nearest wall.
How could his parents have been so… well, so stupid?! They were just leaving loose ends for themselves, and knowing that Jonathan actually, legitimately tried to kill his father because he wanted the seat of family head for himself obliterated whatever respect he had for the man.
Family? Pah, he would rather not have family if they were going to try to kill them. The nonsense about blood being thicker than water apparently didn't apply here at all.
Since Jonathan didn't think of Franz as family, then what was the point of trying to keep that relationship?
His father was too soft. It wasn't anything that Kieran thought he'd ever say, considering his father was known as ruthless in high society.
No, he was going to kill this man here and now. Even if he couldn't, he had no intentions of leaving him alive. He was sure that his mother would agree with him on this point.
No wonder there was always a weird undercurrent whenever the branch family members visited them last time.
Kieran's magic coursed through his body.
Unlike the rest of his family, while Kieran was a Bright, he had the Defensive Magitype.
He used it for body reinforcement. He was all but impregnable in this state. As long as he didn't lose concentration.
It wasn't as flashy as the Offensive types, but it worked just fine for him. He didn't feel a need to show off in battle.
Taking a single step, Kieran crashed forward into Jonathan's defence, sending the man stumbling a few steps back as he tried to regain his balance.
Kieran dodged the swing of Jonathan's fists, ducking under and sweeping the man's feet from under him.
Jonathan snarled. How could he be beaten by a brat?
Calming himself down, the man started to test the brat's defences. To his frustration, whatever he did didn't seem to do any damage to the young man.
Frowning fiercely, Jonathan started powering up his attacks more and more.
Kieran's eyes flashed.
Jonathan seemed to think that he was taking everything head on, but the reality was, the man's magic caused a large bang and a large amount of dust to fly up every time.
Kieran just dodged everything. While he was certain that his defences could hold up, there was no telling whether or not he could do so.
The man was actually a cut above most people, and while he was inwardly anxious that more people might come, he was slowly wearing down the other man.
Jonathan panted, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it didn't make.
Why wasn't he able to leave a single dent on this little brat?
He was sure that he was able to hurt him at least a little, but the looked just as pristine as he did before he started.
Jonathan narrowed his eyes, then he quickly pulled out a slave from inside the cell.
He'd seen her out of the corner of his eye when they were fighting, and she'd strayed close to the door in hopes of avoiding them.
There was also curiosity shining in her eyes as she took in their battle, and Jonathan felt a flush of humiliated anger at the thought that he was being watched like a sideshow freak.
So, he grabbed her, and to his delight, it made Kieran stop in his tracks, gritting his teeth.
"What? Not so keen to fight me now?" Jonathan asked, sneering at his nephew.
Kieran's eyes blazed with anger, and he didn't make any sudden moves.
Jonathan had pulled out a knife on the poor girl's neck, and he'd already pricked her a little when she didn't stay still.
There were tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't make a sound, hearing the silent threat in his action. She bit her lips, staring at Kieran with pleading eyes.
Kieran closed his eyes for half a second. He didn't want to give Jonathan any time to attack him if he sensed weakness.
Slowly, Kieran looked down, his eyes flashing.
At first glance, it didn't appear like this place was so different from the rest of what he'd seen.However, he was proven wrong when the more he walked down.The people in here were all exceptionally good looking, which confused him greatly. Actually, this was more in line for what he imagined a slave trade would look like.Of course, they were only good looking and not stunning, like he was used to. If one stayed with his brother or mother, or even his father long enough, you'd eventually grow accustomed to these kind of looks.Alec as well, though only a teenager, had stunning looks. He was pale, but his features all came together in such a way that made him a beauty, though he was sure that his uncle would stab him in the side if he ever said as such to him."Huh? Who's here now?" came a voice from somewhere a little further away. "Intruders?""Eh, no way. The intruders can't find this place." There was a pause before the person continued talking. "I have no idea. Unless that idiot from before accidentally killed another one? I swear. We still need these people. It's not like those useless Awakening idiots grow on trees. It's so hard to find even one of them!""Yeah. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind if it's really him."Kieran's eyes sharpened. He recognized those voices. It was his cousin and uncle.Their eyes locked across the hallway, and the two stopped, their eyes widening in shock.He dropped Fenrir as he darted forward, instantly taking care of his branch member cousin first since he was nearer.There was a shout of alarm from his uncle as he attacked him.Kieran ducked under the kick from the man. He didn't even want to think about how these morons were related to him.How was it that his family hadn't seen the dark side of their so-called branch members before? Had they hidden it so deeply that they were able to cover their tracks so well?It didn't make any sense.There had to be someone behind them helping them cover up their tracks."Kieran," Johnathan hissed, glaring at this hated nephew of his.It wasn't that he hated the boy specifically. He just hated everything he stood for, and the fact that his brother had never reinstated him as a main family member.Once upon a time, he had been part of the main family too. He'd been a proud Rothschild.That was, until his father had banished him from the family, branding him a branch member. He couldn't stand it. He was from the main line, not the side branch!"Jonathan," Kieran said. He couldn't bring himself to even utter the words 'uncle' when they were surrounded by people that had been placed here by him.He was disgusted that he was related to such a person.Did he have no humanity at all? How could he do something as despicable as human trafficking? Or worse, as he suspected?Jonathan sneered, feeling hatred bubble up. "So, I'm not even graced with the words 'uncle' now, am I? It goes to show exactly how much the branch family means to the main family."Kieran sneered right back. He couldn't believe that he had the audacity to say such a thing. Not when he was surrounded by various prisoners in different states. Their eyes seemed piercing to Kieran, but Jonathan could just stand here so nonchalantly and disregard them.He didn't even dignify the man with an answer, feeling like he was giving the man too much if he answered. It was utterly disgusting.Not to mention, Jonathan had been kicked out of the main family because he'd tried to kill his father. Not just once, but two times. He tried to be all subtle about it and used poison, but they were able to trace it back to him, apparently.Honestly, the first time Kieran heard about that, for the first time ever, he actually wanted to smack his head against the nearest wall.How could his parents have been so well, so stupid?! They were just leaving loose ends for themselves, and knowing that Jonathan actually, legitimately tried to kill his father because he wanted the seat of family head for himself obliterated whatever respect he had for the man.Family? Pah, he would rather not have family if they were going to try to kill them. The nonsense about blood being thicker than water apparently didn't apply here at all.Since Jonathan didn't think of Franz as family, then what was the point of trying to keep that relationship?His father was too soft. It wasn't anything that Kieran thought he'd ever say, considering his father was known as ruthless in high society.No, he was going to kill this man here and now. Even if he couldn't, he had no intentions of leaving him alive. He was sure that his mother would agree with him on this point.No wonder there was always a weird undercurrent whenever the branch family members visited them last time.Kieran's magic coursed through his body.Unlike the rest of his family, while Kieran was a Bright, he had the Defensive Magitype.He used it for body reinforcement. He was all but impregnable in this state. As long as he didn't lose concentration.It wasn't as flashy as the Offensive types, but it worked just fine for him. He didn't feel a need to show off in battle.Taking a single step, Kieran crashed forward into Jonathan's defence, sending the man stumbling a few steps back as he tried to regain his balance.Kieran dodged the swing of Jonathan's fists, ducking under and sweeping the man's feet from under him.Jonathan snarled. How could he be beaten by a brat?Calming himself down, the man started to test the brat's defences. To his frustration, whatever he did didn't seem to do any damage to the young man.Frowning fiercely, Jonathan started powering up his attacks more and more.Kieran's eyes flashed.Jonathan seemed to think that he was taking everything head on, but the reality was, the man's magic caused a large bang and a large amount of dust to fly up every time.Kieran just dodged everything. While he was certain that his defences could hold up, there was no telling whether or not he could do so.The man was actually a cut above most people, and while he was inwardly anxious that more people might come, he was slowly wearing down the other man.Jonathan panted, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it didn't make.Why wasn't he able to leave a single dent on this little brat?He was sure that he was able to hurt him at least a little, but the looked just as pristine as he did before he started.Jonathan narrowed his eyes, then he quickly pulled out a slave from inside the cell.He'd seen her out of the corner of his eye when they were fighting, and she'd strayed close to the door in hopes of avoiding them.There was also curiosity shining in her eyes as she took in their battle, and Jonathan felt a flush of humiliated anger at the thought that he was being watched like a sideshow freak.So, he grabbed her, and to his delight, it made Kieran stop in his tracks, gritting his teeth."What? Not so keen to fight me now?" Jonathan asked, sneering at his nephew.Kieran's eyes blazed with anger, and he didn't make any sudden moves.Jonathan had pulled out a knife on the poor girl's neck, and he'd already pricked her a little when she didn't stay still.There were tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't make a sound, hearing the silent threat in his action. She bit her lips, staring at Kieran with pleading eyes.Kieran closed his eyes for half a second. He didn't want to give Jonathan any time to attack him if he sensed weakness.Slowly, Kieran looked down, his eyes flashing.
