How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 57
Vallon Kattravan. There had never been anything he couldn’t have, eat, or do. Everything was within his grasp, and the world moved according to his will.
As the only son of the Kattravan duchy, a family so wealthy that their money could just rot from abundance, Vallon was born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, and he had always been different from other children.
Most babies cry endlessly, which is perfectly normal. However, by the hundredth day of his birth, Vallon neither smiled nor cried, and his mother realized there was something wrong with his mind.
While she was pregnant, one of the maids had hanged herself. The sight of her dark, purple tongue dangling like a ripe fruit was so shocking that it caused her to bleed while carrying Vallon.
Fortunately, there were no apparent issues with Vallon in the womb, but after his birth, he was clearly not a normal child. She was blamed and resented by her in-laws for giving birth to what they called an idiot.
She hated Vallon, who had taken away both her husband’s love and the happiness of a peaceful family. She never nursed him properly and never spoke to him kindly until he could write and talk.
She even wished he would die. Yet, he remained healthy, growing steadily from year to year.
When he began walking, there was a time when she thought of strangling him in his sleep, finding him too hateful to bear.
But as if he knew everything, the child stared at her with his blood-red eyes, unblinking, and in that gaze, she felt a surge of fear. She could never bring herself to kill him.
As time passed, Vallon’s intelligence became evident—he was nothing short of a genius. His learning pace was several times faster than that of children his age. He had a mind like no other in the entire country. Vallon grew smarter and stronger than anyone else.
With his sharp intellect and rapid physical development, he grew day by day, but it wasn’t just that he seemed cold and distant—his lack of laughter or tears was unsettling, to the point of being eerie. He was like a beautiful, emotionless porcelain doll.
Could one simply dismiss him as a quiet and serious child? No. He was far too cruel for that.
Having never received love from his parents, Vallon felt an unfillable void inside. Though he lived a life of plenty, his heart was always empty. His father, too, was often away, leaving Vallon without anyone to care for him.
He needed something to fill that emptiness—something to stimulate him.
With an angelic face, he cruelly butchered small animals, and the maids had to carry away the corpses every day. His cruel play started with small insects and escalated to cats and dogs. None of the staff wanted to enter Vallon’s room, and every time they had to clean up the mangled remains of animals, they gagged and trembled in fear.
Thus, he became someone everyone avoided. Even his own mother feared that she would be branded as the woman who birthed a broken child and kicked out of the household. She spent her days in constant anxiety.
Incapable of empathizing with others’ pain, suffering, joy, or sorrow, Vallon seemed insane to anyone who saw him.
He appeared to have been born without emotions, as though he were the child of a demon.
If anyone ever found out, he could have been dragged to a witch trial and burned at the stake.
Moreover, she often dreamt of Vallon climbing onto her and choking her in her sleep. It was terrifying—whenever he looked up at her with his icy red eyes, she felt chills down her spine, even though he was her son.
In the end, with the help of a psychiatrist, a solution was devised—Vallon needed friends. The doctor suggested that his severe lack of empathy and social skills stemmed from growing up isolated, locked away in a stuffy room without interaction with peers.
However, Vallon’s cruel nature made it impossible to pair him with friends of similar noble status. The potential problems were all too obvious.
Thus, an announcement was made, seeking playmates for the heir of the Kattravan Duchy. Naturally, only commoners or lower nobles were targeted—people whose misfortune wouldn’t matter.
As expected, people lined up, hoping to receive even a crumb from the Kattravan family, and suitable children were selected to be Vallon’s playmates.
There was hope that he would become more like a normal child.
But for Vallon, children his own age were unbearably dull. His intellectual level far surpassed his peers, and the chatter of those beneath him was utterly uninteresting. The children were either trying to humor him—likely under strict instructions from their parents—or stumbling over their words out of discomfort. None of it was amusing to him.
They all wore the same fake smiles his mother did.
