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Chapter 9

Auteur: Summer
More and more people who truly knew me began to speak out in my defense, their voices growing louder across the city square.

Orion began to panic, his calculated composure crumbling day by day.

Three moons later, an unforeseen discovery altered the course of everything.

Our neighbor, Aunt Livia, was clearing out her sunlit storage chamber when she uncovered a forgotten crystal scrying sphere mounted near the high rafters.

She had commissioned a temple artisan to install the enchanted focus stone
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  • Dead Son’s Revenge Too Late to Regret   Chapter 10

    Those harsh, venomous words stripped away his mask completely, laying his cruelty and selfishness bare before the gods and men alike.Father stared at the boy who seemed like a complete stranger, his hands shaking at his sides and his raspy voice trembling violently. "Orion... how... how could you become such a monster?""Your brother sacrificed so much for you!" Father shouted, his face pale with horror. "How could you treat him with such venom?"Orion let out a cold, sharp laugh that echoed through the high stone archways. "Sacrificed?! Did he ever do it willingly?! If I hadn’t been sick, would he ever have given up a single honor at the academy?! He hated me deep down! He hated me for stealing your devotion!"He pointed a frantic finger at Father's chest. "Since he hated me, I hated him right back! Why shouldn't I?!""And I didn't strike him down!" Orion sneered, his eyes wildly dark. "It was your own divine force that flung him into that stone pillar and shattered his heart! What d

  • Dead Son’s Revenge Too Late to Regret   Chapter 9

    More and more people who truly knew me began to speak out in my defense, their voices growing louder across the city square.Orion began to panic, his calculated composure crumbling day by day.Three moons later, an unforeseen discovery altered the course of everything.Our neighbor, Aunt Livia, was clearing out her sunlit storage chamber when she uncovered a forgotten crystal scrying sphere mounted near the high rafters.She had commissioned a temple artisan to install the enchanted focus stone months ago to guard against nocturnal thieves, and its magical lens was angled perfectly to capture a broad section of our family's central courtyard.When the guard captain and the chief temple magistrate channeled their divine light through the polished crystal to review its projected memories, everyone present in the hall was struck silent with horror.The ghostly projections shimmering in the air revealed the indisputable, terrifying truth:On that fateful day, after I accidentally knocked

  • Dead Son’s Revenge Too Late to Regret   Chapter 8

    "Perhaps deep inside, Brother still loved me," Orion whimpered softly, wiping a stray tear with his sleeve. "His dark, restless heart just twisted his mind and turned him cruel."Listening to his frail, sorrowful voice in the dim hall, Mother and Father grew utterly convinced of Orion's words. In their eyes, only a soul who had truly suffered deep torment could carry such heavy, conflicting emotions—a haunting blend of love, hatred, terror, and grief.Floating above them in the cold shadow of the roof beams, I watched my younger brother's flawless performance, and a cold, terrible chill pierced straight through my ghost.I realized then that from the very beginning, it was never a fragile, panicked heart that afflicted him. It was a twisted, malicious soul hiding behind an innocent face.He had lied all along. He had manipulated everyone in our house and beyond. He fed off the complete, undivided devotion and endless pity of our entire family, demanding every breath of attention for hi

  • Dead Son’s Revenge Too Late to Regret   Chapter 7

    "These are the soothing draughts my brother gave me," Orion whimpered, holding out the small clay vial with trembling, delicate fingers. "He told me they were sweet honeyed elixirs meant to build my strength. But I secretly brought them to the sanctuary herbalists—they found trace drops of lethal hemlock poison mixed inside."The guard captain took the small clay vial, lifting it up toward the flickering oil lamps as his expression turned extraordinarily grave. The faint smell of bitter herbs lingered in the air of the corridor.At that exact moment, Father was escorted back into the chilly stone chamber by two heavy-armored city guards, his sandals dragging noisily across the flagstones."My lord," the captain said, shifting his sharp, unyielding gaze toward him. "Your younger son has just made some deeply disturbing allegations regarding your eldest. I need to verify them with you immediately."Father glanced nervously at Orion. The moment their eyes met across the room, Orion threw

  • Dead Son’s Revenge Too Late to Regret   Chapter 6

    "We need to discuss your younger son's true condition," the guard captain said, shifting the subject. "According to sanctuary records, he was indeed prone to severe panic attacks, but the strain on his mind was far from fatal. Why did your household treat him as fragile glass?""Impossible!" Father shouted in agitation. "Orion's affliction is dire! The temple healers said he could collapse and die at any moment! We had to watch his every mood!"The captain pushed forward a scroll. "This is your younger son's latest assessment from the sanctuary. In truth, with the daily soothing herbal draughts, his panic fits had mostly stabilized over a year ago. It was not Orion who was slipping into the dark. It was your eldest son—who was suffering silently while his heart gave out under constant strain."Father took the scroll, his mind going utterly blank.When his eyes fell upon the words "Mind stabilized; constant supervision no longer required," his pupils shrank in sheer horror. His chest h

  • Dead Son’s Revenge Too Late to Regret   Chapter 5

    "I was trapped in the privy stalls behind the wrestling grounds again today," Father read aloud from the inscribed wax, his trembling voice shaking in the quiet room. "The young lords said I am unwanted garbage. I was too afraid to fight back, fearing the commotion might trigger Orion’s severe panic fits...""Father yelled at me again tonight," another line read. "He said I smashed the clay bowl on purpose just to startle Orion. I really didn't mean to break it... Sometimes I wish I were the sick one instead, so they would wrap their arms around me and hug me too..."The final scratch upon the smooth dark wax was dated yesterday, consisting of only a short, desolate sentence: "I am so tired. If I disappeared one day, would anyone in this house even notice?"Father's knees slammed heavily onto the cold marble floor, the wooden frame of the wax tablet slipping from his limp fingers.He hunched over where he knelt, shivering violently, looking like an empty, broken shell stripped entirely

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