The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 213
She wasn’t sure how the King of Makruxa managed to use these children.
However, she suspected he used a Hypnotic Abyss or some other form of Abyss…
“We were told that our father will like us again!! That he’d need us once more!! I was promised I could see my mother again… how could you lie to me, how could you…!!”
Or perhaps he deceived them with a trivial lie.
Roxelyn looked indifferently into the boy’s glaring eyes.
Sometimes, a simple lie can wrap around a person warmly.
“He clearly said he’d come to get me once I was needed…”
Roxelyn watched the boy mutter, seemingly in a state of panic and confusion.
“…How much time has passed?”
At the chilling voice, like metal being scraped, Roxelyn slowly turned her head.
“The last year I remember is Imperial Year 704. What year is it now?”
The black-haired boy, hiding the blond boy behind him, stood proudly before her and asked.
“It’s the year 1639 in the Imperial calendar.”
Since the founding of the empire, almost a millennium had passed.
In this massive yet confined mansion, that much time had gone by.
They might have waited here for someone to come, unaware of the passage of time.
And, in the process, they had probably forgotten the flow of time itself.
“……”
The black-haired boy remained silent for a long while, then turned to Arma.
“What’s your name?”
Arma narrowed his brows slightly, as if displeased, but responded willingly.
“Arma Diyanitas.”
The boy paused briefly, then nodded.
“For now, you should rest.”
After a long silence, he took the blond boy’s hand and gently pulled him away.
As she watched the two boys leaving the room, Roxelyn finally released the tense breath she had been holding.
“Roxelyn, I still don’t understand. Those children… they’re alive, and yet…”
Roxelyn looked blankly at Arma, then turned to gaze out the window.
“There are humans in this world who don’t die.”
“…You mean there are immortal humans?”
“Yes. The blond boy has the Abyss of Immortality. It’s an Abyss that only awakens upon death.”
“That’s… that’s impossible…”
“And the black-haired boy has the Abyss of Life… meaning he can create life at his fingertips.”
In the past, when Roxelyn had wandered into this mansion, she had stayed there for nearly a month.
Since it was the first peaceful time in a while, free from pursuit, she didn’t feel the need to leave quickly.
The children, while innocently cruel, were equally pure in their desire for human warmth.
“Then… those beings… I mean, what are the children?”
“I told you, he can create life.”
To handle life means to imbue it with a soul.
“The basement of this mansion was originally a workshop for making porcelain dolls.”
Roxelyn added that there were quite a few porcelain dolls in the basement.
“The people of ancient times were quite strange. They’d come up with bizarre ideas and then try to experiment with them.”
Roxelyn spoke softly.
“An illegitimate child, after all, shares half of the family’s blood.”
They didn’t like seeing illegitimate children carry proof of their bloodline.
This asylum sought to educate, reform, and control such illegitimate children.
It wasn’t until Roxelyn left the mansion that she understood why it had been created.
During her time there, she had read a diary.
A ‘reformation journal’.
The pages beneath the reverently written words, as though documenting some great undertaking, contained contents that turned the stomach.
“It seems that the manager in charge of this asylum at that time was quite the inhumane scientist…”
At times, he grew angry.
Every time he was angry, the man would visit a weapons shop or a general store that sold sharp objects before returning to the mansion.
He wanted to create a living doll.
A living porcelain doll.
In nature, humans perish in flames without exception, yet he believed that a person could survive even in fire.
But did he truly believe that?
