âWhat the hell is this *sshole doing here again?â
The boy rolled his eyes and glared at Van. Nephilia stood in front of him, ready to strike at any moment.
âWatch your mouth, Robin. Van is only here to deliver firewood.â
âWhy drag him all the way here when he could have just given it to a servant? Hey, beggar, you laid a finger on my betrothed, and I wonât let you get away with it.â
âCanât you stop? And please stop acting like Iâm your property. Itâs unpleasant to talk arrogantly about something that hasnât been clearly decided.â
Kadell shifted his gaze to scan Vanâs stony face. Judging by the childrenâs bickering, the situation was quite simple.
âIs it a love triangle? It must have been painful for Van to be caught in between.â
If it had been a normal love triangle, Van wouldnât have had to be so intimidated. Besides, wasnât Van the one who was favored by Nephilia?
But this was a relationship between two nobles and a commoner. Cadel didnât know if Van was also interested in Nephilia, but there was no sign of that at all. It must have been a headache.
âWhatâs with this kid and his constant bullying of other peopleâs subordinates? Iâm just saying.â
Cadel couldnât help but feel angry, even though it had already happened. His protective instincts naturally kicked in, especially since this was a young and cute version of his subordinate. Kadellâs anger turned to horror as the next scene unfolded.
In a fast-paced scene, Van was being assaulted by a group of boys.
âStay out of Nephiliaâs sight, donât approach her! Even if your mug of a face is good-looking, youâre born lowly. Know your place!â
At the center of the group was Robin, who stared intently at the sight of Van being trampled on by the boys who were assaulting him.
In a dark, deserted alley, Van could only let out painful moans and sobbed.
âYou crazy bastardsâ¦â¦!â
Kadellâs eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sight of the poor, frail form of the younger Van. He moved closer, trying to stop the beating somehow, but he was a mere observer. Unable to defend against any of the attacks, he could only watch Vanâs contorted face, the tears streaming down his cheeks, and his body heaving with the kicks.
After the one-sided beating. The boys who had assaulted Van ran to Robin.
âYoung Master Robin, we did as you asked, so please give us the money you promised.â¦â¦.â
âHmph, you hit him lightly yet got the nerve to ask for money.â
âIf, if we hit him any harder, he might die.â
âIâm giving you money every time to hit him hard while controlling it well!â
âIâm, Iâm sorâ¦â¦.â
âForget it. Next time, make that annoying face into a real mug. Nephilia only likes his face, so if itâs ruined, sheâll lose interest.â
After collecting the money for beating Van, the boys turned and walked out of the alley. Robin didnât leave, but walked up to the crouching Van and spat on him.
âPoor commoner. If you catch Nephiliaâs eye again, Iâll kill you.â
With a cheeky chuckle, Robin darted out of the alleyway, and when he was completely out of sight, Van groggily picked himself up off the ground.
Every inch of his tiny body was swollen and bruised. Van roughly wiped his face, which was covered in tears and blood, and gave strength to his trembling lips.
ââ¦â¦Itâs okay, it doesnât hurt.â
There was no way his little body would be okay after having taken such a beating, and yet he kept muttering to himself that it was fine, as if brainwashing himself. Kadell looked up at the distant sky, unable to bear to watch the bitterness.
Anger and sadness clenched in his chest.
âIf I could, I would bring them all in and beat them up.â
Cadel resented that he couldnât. It was all in the past. This dull memory, which could not be changed in a single way, must still be lingering in the back of Vanâs mind.
The night sky was cloudless and clear, and the stars twinkled beautifully. It would have been a beautiful night if this hadnât happened.
The scene changed again, and the quiet scenery that did not fit the atmosphere also disappeared.
Van was pulling a cart full of firewood. He limped along, uncomfortable with his legs, but diligent. The destination was Nephiliaâs mansion.
âIs he here to sell firewood again? What is he going to do if Robin catches himâ¦â¦.â
Cadel was worried, but he understood young Vanâs feelings. He needed to earn money for his grandfatherâs medicine, and there werenât many ways for a young boy to earn money.
This time, after being paid for the firewood by the maid, Van moved to the backyard without hesitation.
Please donât see Nephilia, just leave the firewood and come back. Kadellâs sincere wish was easily betrayed. Nephilia had been waiting for Van in the backyard all along.
âVan! Heaven, how did you get hurt like this? Itâs Robin, right? Huh? Did Robin do this?â
She shifted on her feet, her eyes scanning Vanâs face. Guilt flickered across her face. Van, on the other hand, smiled softly as if he didnât care.
âIâm fine. It doesnât interfere with my firewood chopping. So I can keep bringing it.â
âFirewood is not the problem! Wait, Iâll get the medicine. Letâs treat the wound first.â
Whether or not Nephilia left in search of the medicine, Van pulled the cart in silence, hauling firewood. When he emptied the cart at the barn, Nephilia returned and grabbed Vanâs hand, leading him somewhere. The destination was the apple tree in the corner of the backyard.
âI need to make it clear to Robin that Iâm not his fiancée yet, and if he continues to harass you, Iâll tell my parents that Iâll never marry him, so you wonât get hurt.â
Nephilia carefully applied the ointment to Vanâs wound and bandaged it over. Van accepted her care but said nothing. He did not argue with Nephiliaâs outbursts of frustration on his behalf, nor did he encourage her.
âItâs done. It hurts a lot, right?â
âNo, Iâm fine. Thank you, Lady Nephilia.â
ââ¦â¦Why, why are you up? Going already?â
âYes. I need to buy some medicine with the money I got today.â
âAhâ¦â¦. Then take this one too.â
What Nephilia gave was a ring with a small blue gem. When Van hesitated without taking it, Nephilia personally placed the ring in his hand.
âI donât need it. If you sell this, youâll get enough money to pay for the medicine, so donât work while youâre sick and rest for a while. Instead, you should come back when you are healthy. Understand?â
Looking down at the ring, Vanâs expression was complicated. He didnât want to accept such a burdensome gift, but if he sold the ring as she said, he would not have to worry about paying for the medicine for a while.
Eventually, Van put the ring away.
After thanking Nephilia and assuring her that he would be back, Van headed straight for the market, his limp but cheerful gait as he pulled his empty cart.
Van made his way to the pharmacy, even though his eyes were drawn to the tempting food and novelty toys.
Kadell followed him at a leisurely pace, looking around the marketplace in Vanâs place. Suddenly, he caught a disturbing gaze following Van.
ââ¦â¦Why did that bastard follow him here? Is he a stalker?â
It was Robin, and he was following Van at a respectable distance. Cadel didnât know if he knew Van would come to see Nephilia or if he was just looking for trouble, but his eyes were vicious. It was amazing that a young boy could have such a vicious look on his face.
Kadell sighed inwardly, lamenting his inability to inform Van of Robinâs presence..
âUncle, Iâm here.â
âOh, Van is here? Did you come to have medicine again today?â
âYes. And thisâ¦â¦.â
After entering the pharmacy, Van pulled out the ring.
âHow much medicine can I have if I sell this?â
âUmâ¦? This ring looks expensive. Where did you get it?â
âI got it from Lady Nephilia. She told me to sell it because she doesnât need it.â¦â¦.â
Excitedly explaining the ringâs provenance, Van stopped talking. He turned his head as if he sensed something wasnât right, and as if waiting for him, Robin pounced.
He grabbed Vanâs wrist holding the ring with the force of breaking it, and gasped with wide eyes as if he couldnât believe it.
âYou, you thisâ¦â¦. Where did you get this?â
âYoung, Young Master Robin.â
âAnswer me! I asked you where you got it!â
Vanâs face turned white at Robinâs murderous expression. He seemed to instinctively recognize the ring for what it was.
âDonât tell me that ring was Robinâs giftâ¦â¦?â
Cadel hoped it wasnât, but it seemed to be. Robin was enraged by Vanâs silence, and he snatched the ring from his hand, roughly. Then he grabbed Van by the collar and dragged him to the ground.
âYou thief! Where, oh where, do you rats lay your hands on noble goods?â
Van did not steal the ring. It was given to him by Nephilia. Robin must have known that. He just couldnât accept that Nephilia had rejected his gift and that she had given Van that abandoned gift.
His petty anger fueled his sense of entitlement, and in a fit of rage, Robin publicly insulted and kicked Van in front of everyone.
âDisgusting bastard! I told you to know your place, didnât I? How dare you take a noblemanâs thingâ¦â¦ and covet my person? You bastard is not even allowed to peek at Nephilia!â
It was a one-sided assault. A child was being beaten without being able to fight back. Anyone with common sense should have stopped it, but no one in the market did. They just looked at each other and mumbled.
âIsnât that the boy the young master of the Solace family?â
âAigoo, thatâs right, thatâs right. What did that child do wrong to be beaten so hard like that?â
âI donât know, nobles do that every day or two. If theyâre offended by sarcasm, theyâll grab anyone and fight. No matter how young they are, nobles are nobles. Itâs hard to stop someone for no reason and then get caught up in it. I guess Iâll do it in moderation.â
The commoners were too afraid of Robinâs family to intervene.
âOh my gosh, what on earth is going on? I have to go and stop him.â
âLeave it alone, Madam. After looking at it, it looks like that child stole something from the youngest young master of the Solace family. A child with such bad hand habits needs to be taught a lesson.â
âOh myâ¦â¦. I know that feeling. I caught one of my maids looking at herself in the mirror with my necklace the other day, and it was so offensive.â
âOh my God. So what did you do?â
âWell, I gave her a good slap and kicked her out.â
The nobles took a wait-and-see approach, saying they had to get used to it.
No one stopped Robin, and no one saved Van. He had to listen to all that pontificating in the middle of the market ground.
Even though this was not something he had experienced, Cadel could feel Vanâs despair. He wanted to shove Robin away and get Van out of this hellhole, right now.
âHow couldâ¦â¦.â
How could he put up with such injustice, Cadel wondered. He could see Vanâs rapidly disintegrating heart, wondering why no one was helping him. Van resented everyone here.
Cadel closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch the trampled Van, and the sounds around him began to speed up. Kadell opened his eyes hesitantly, the noise whistling in his ears like the wind, afraid to see another of Vanâs dark past.
However, when Cadel opened his eyes again, what appeared in front of him was not a helplessly beaten Van.
Van was on top of Robin, frantically punching him in the face.