âNo!â
Cassadin seemed to have misunderstood that I bought him to quench my desires. If that werenât the case, then there would have been no reason for him to talk about serving me.
â¦Feeling the desperate need to correct his misunderstanding, I quickly snatched Cassadinâs wrist away.
âI didnât bring you to serve me at night.â
ââ¦â
After hearing my words, Cassadin cocked his head with a puzzled look on his face.
âMaster, then why did youâ¦â
âCassadin.â
When I called his name, a faint light flickered in his empty eyes momentarily. Not missing the opportunity, I rebuttoned up his shirt that he had tried to take off.
I could feel Cassadinâs gaze, staring at me almost as if he were observing me.
It was a ridiculously bold action for a slave to show his master.
I smiled at Cassadin, who was still boldly looking down at me, and said,
âAre you curious why I bought you?â
âYes, Master.â
Cassadin nodded, not taking his eyes off me.
âYou didnât say it directly, but I couldnât ignore that look in your eyes, begging for salvation.â
He cocked his head again, the puzzled look not leaving his face.
I frowned after rebuttoning his shirt. As soon as I could return to the mansion, the first thing I would deal with was this ragged outfit that Cassadin was wearing.
âI couldnât pretend I didnât see your eyes begging for help⦠It just so happened that I was the one who was able to read that desperation.â
âActually, thereâs a reason I bought you. I intend to take you in as my younger brother.â
If I told him that, then Cassadin would definitely be wary of me. Therefore, it was necessary for me to mix the truth and lies skillfully to him, who was still analyzing me.
âThere wonât be any need for you to serve me at night in the future as well.â
ââ¦Master, what do you mean by that? Then why on earth would youâ¦â
As I continued to smile at him, I added while facing his face full of confusion.
âItâs just as I said. Originally, I bought you to set you free.â
ââ¦â
âBut if I just set you free like this, you might end up being dragged back to the gladiatorial arena and fall into that debauchery again. Am I wrong?â
I actually never intended to set him free in the first place.
While quietly listening to what I said, Cassadin lowered his eyes. His purple eyes beneath his long eyelashes were beautiful, but they were still devoid of life.
âPoor thing⦠You have scars on the back of your hands as well.â
There were numerous small scars on the back of Cassadinâs pale hands.
I pulled out the ointment I always carried with me from the hem of my clothes. Then, after applying the ointment to the back of Cassadinâs hands, I immediately placed my hands on top of his.
Cassadinâs body flinched, likely surprised by my sudden action.
âMasterâ¦?â
I gave Cassadin a bright smile.
To me, healing such scars was incredibly easy.
But since I couldnât just reveal that I had healing abilities to the man I just saw for the first time today, I just pretended to apply an ointment and heal the scars on the back of his hands.
After keeping my hands on the back of Cassadinâs hands for a few seconds, I lifted them to reveal that the scars disappeared almost like magic, as if there had never been any scars on them in the first place.
âHow on earth didâ¦â
Light flickered in Cassadinâs lifeless eyes. With an incredulous expression, he touched the back of his own hands, twisting them around.
âItâs a magical ointment thatâs been secretly passed down in our family.â
âMaster, why would you use such a precious thing on me?â
What I actually applied to the back of his hands was just an ointment mixed with a bit of medicinal herb. Fortunately, Cassadin didnât seem to realize that I possessed healing abilities.
âNo matter how precious it is, it cannot compare to a humanâs life.â
I put the ointment back in my pouch as I spoke. He was staring at the back of his hands in wonder, then locked his eyes with mine. His eyes now held a faint hint of hope, as if there hadnât been a time when they were empty.
âMaster, I have killed many people.â
âThat was an inevitable choice for survival. Those who pushed you to do so are the evil ones, not you.â
Cassadinâs mouth slightly fell agape at what I said. From his reaction, I knew that my answer was what he had been hoping to hear.
âYou didnât kill people because you wanted to. Isnât that right?â
ââ¦Yes.â
âBut, how did you become a slave gladiator? What about your family?â
ââ¦â
The topic must have been sensitive since Cassadin didnât open his mouth. It was only after a few moments had passed that his tight lips loosened.
âI have no family. They all died a long time ago.â
â!â
âOnce I was left alone, I wandered from place to place until I drifted into the arenaâ¦Thatâs all.â
No emotions could be seen on Cassadinâs face as he spoke of his past. However, his figure emanated bitter loneliness when he talked.
âIâm sorry.â
âWhy would you apologize, Master?â
âBecause I asked you about it thoughtlessly without even considering what could have happened.â
Cassadin shook his head as if to say he was alright.
âIâm fine. But, Master.â
âHm?â
âMay I dare ask about who you are, Master?â
He paused his narrative, then, for the first time, Cassadin asked me a question. Seeing that he was attempting to change the subject quickly, I responded to him with a smile.
âI am Aren Serkia from the Earl Serkia family. My family only consists of me and my father.â
ââ¦What about your mother and other family members?â
âMy mother had always been frail, so she passed away not long after giving birth to me. And I donât have any siblings.â
ââ¦â
Cassadin remained silent. He seemed to have a habit of choosing his words carefully rather than speaking rashly. I stared at his silent face for a while, then soon opened my mouth.
âHow old are you this year?â
âI am eighteen.â
âIâm two years older than you. So, about thatâ¦â
I intentionally paused to pretend I was contemplating something, then continued.
âHow about you become my younger brother?â
Cassadinâs elegant brows furrowed slightly at my suggestion. His violet eyes blinked several times, then he tilted his head as if trying to confirm whether what he heard was real.
ââ¦A younger brother?â
âItâs just as it means. You would become my younger brother, completely escape the status of a slave, and become a member of our family.â
ââ¦A member of the Earlâs family?â
âYes.â
Until then, Cassadin had managed to maintain his composure, but this time, his eyes wavered with uncertainty.
Watching him blink several times to confirm what he heard was correct, I added more words with a wide smile.
âIf that happens, you wonât need to live miserably like in the past, and you wonât need to kill others in order to survive. Moreover, no one will be able to look down on you.â
ââ¦â
âWill you become my family, Cassadin?â
Speaking with the gentlest voice I could muster, I extended a hand toward him.
Cassadin alternated his gaze between my extended hand and my face. In reality, there was no need for him to hesitate.
âIf it is your wish, Master, I would do anythingâ¦â
Cassadinâs face relaxed after answering. His previously empty eyes now shone with life, and his tightened lips curled into a faint smile.
That was all that happened, but strangely, the entire room seemed to brighten.
âLet me introduce myself again. I am Aren Serkia from the Earl Serkia family.â
Cassadin seemed hesitant to accept my extended hand, so I reached out to him first and wrapped my hands around his.
His eyes narrowed slightly for an instant, but he quickly composed himself and opened his mouth.
ââ¦Miss Aren Serkia.â
âYou donât need to address me so formally. Weâre going to be family.â
âFamily⦠Are we truly familyâ¦?â
As he muttered the word âfamily,â his voice was tranquil, just like the wind flowing within a deep cave.
âThatâs right, family. So from now on, call me âSister.â Because from now on, I am your sister.â
ââ¦Sister.â
âThatâs right, Cassadin.â
âSister, Sisterâ¦â
Cassadin repeated the word âsisterâ as if he took a liking to it, playing the word in his mouth over and over again, like a child trying to memorize a new word.
âThank you, Sister.â
ââ¦â
âYou have such a warm heart, dear Sister.â
After murmuring âsisterâ to himself for a while, Cassadin spoke to me with a gentle smile. But for some reason, that made me feel a bit uneasy.
Was it because of his excellent adaptability? Or maybe it was because I caught a fleeting glimpse of a subtle change in his expression.
âThatâs really flattering. Iâll be depending on you from now on.â
âYes, Sister.â
However, whatever he was thinking wasnât important to me.
After all, my reason for urging Cassadin to be my younger brother was not for Cassadinâs benefit. It was solely for me and my father.
I did consider bringing him in as an escort knight, but if so, he would just be a knight and not a member of our house. Therefore, it would inevitably be my father who would have to go to the battlefield.
But if we accept Cassadin as a family member, that story would completely change.
If he becomes a member of our family, even if the Crown Prince does have his eyes on him, he wouldnât be able to take him away, and he would be a reliable shield against Damian.
âOf course, thatâs assuming Iâm able to tame this guy.â
Cassadin met my gaze and smiled, the corners of his eyes folding into a crescent. Though Iâm still not sure if he was sincere.
Well, a clever fox was going to be better than a fool if they had to face Damian. So I also returned his smile.
âNow, letâs go to where you truly belong.â
âYes, Sister.â
The hesitation he had earlier was now gone, and Cassadin answered by gently grasping my hand.
My precious younger brother.
My sword and shield, Cassadin.
May I wish you to use me, as I am using you.
After stepping out of the inn, I was planning to board our familyâs carriage with Cassadin. That was supposed to be the plan, if it werenât for the crowd that had gathered as soon as we left the inn.
âLook, there they are.â
As soon as we exited the inn, complete strangers crowded around Cassadin and me.
The crowd ranged from young women and men to even the elderly. For some reason, they all seemed incredibly angry.
âWhere are you taking that slave boy?â
I glanced around. Judging by their clothing, they didnât seem to be commoners, rather, they looked like nobles.
Did these nobles follow me from the arena just because I took Cassadin away?
âWhatâs going on?â
Despite my calm attitude, the crowdâs faces were full of displeasure.
âDarn it. The sword fights were my only means of entertainment! How are we supposed to enjoy it if you take him away like this?â
âHey, blondie. Are you trying to show off that youâre rich?â
This was ultimately just a sort of vent about their source of entertainment disappearing.
I could hear from every single word they spat out how exactly they treated âslaves.â Something less than human, existing purely for the sake of satisfying their boredom.
âIf you had a complaint, you should have said so at the arena earlier.â
ââ¦â
âI canât understand what this is supposed to be. Following us here without consent. Especially for nobles like yourselves.â
Looking at the faces of the people who had followed us, I didnât find any that were familiar. They were nobles from the outskirtsâthose who wouldnât even get an invitation to the Crown Princeâs birthday party.
Thatâs probably why they used such cheap language.
âDidnât you also buy this pretty boy to have fun, Miss? Though I didnât expect you would pay 5 billion gold for a mere slaveâ¦â
An old man suddenly appeared among the hostile crowd. He was the old man who bid 500,000 gold to spend the night with Cassadin at the arena.
âPlease donât drag me down to the same level as you all. Itâs incredibly unpleasant.â
I could feel Cassadinâs gaze fall upon me as I said this.
âLetâs go.â
Regardless of whether the nobles expressed their discontent or not, I held Cassadinâs hand and pushed past them. I wasnât too sure because I was looking straight ahead, but I thought I heard Cassadinâs soft laughter in my ear.
After pushing through the large crowd surrounding us, I immediately boarded our familyâs carriage with Cassadin.