Chapter 47: Killed Them

The visitor was in bejeweled clothes, and his long cloak seemed to reflect nonexistent light. Justus had seen him as the prince in the throne room, the one time he had visited the palace when he was months old. Despite being an infant, the prince’s fixated eyes on him had imprinted on his mind.

The well-trimmed mustache and the thick lips belonged to Fragor. In the estate, his father would mention the name occasionally. He was now in the dungeon, looking down at him.

“Get up and bow. What are you still doing on the floor?”

His father’s impatient words suggested he was simply being lazy, loitering here. What he was actually thinking, Justus couldn’t say. Sometimes, people’s minds would penetrate his, and other times, they were blank canvases. Despite that and being a three-year-old, his body was proof of how much his father hated him.

“I don’t think he could move, Theodulus. Even if I were him, it’d take me a couple of days at least. You might have broken him for good,” Fragor assesse