The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 460
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Kael sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the woman with six hands shoot down toward the child.
He almost closed his eyes instinctively.
“You don’t need this thing!”
“Your power of devouring and SSS rank sword talent is enough!”
A heart-wrenching scream echoed as one of her arms grabbed something. No, it did not simply pull. She ripped apart a bluish soul-thread from the baby’s being as if tearing fiber from flesh.
It was brutal and cold.Like a shred of soul torn apart.
“It might be hurting but it’s okay, after all you are used to the pain.”
“…”
‘Just because I am used to pain doesn’t mean you can do this to a small kid.’
‘Damn!Who is this psycho bitch!’
Her voice was calm like she was brushing off dust instead of a soul fragment. Kael’s body went stiff.
He already regarded her as an enemy. Like seriously, who the fuck greets a child with that kind of appearance and starts ripping soul threads?
He waited, expecting one of his wives to intervene and protect the baby version of him. But instead what he saw next froze him more than any blade.
The eerie woman who looked like death itself grabbed the child gently and then…
“Wuwuuwuwwu..”
More cries erupted from the baby.
“You are so cute. I can’t believe I really managed to see you like this.”
Kael rubbed his eyes once, twice, but the illusion did not fade. Instead, the six-armed Goddess hugged him like he was a precious crystal and then started pinching and pulling his cheeks.
Kael felt his entire body shiver in disgust.
‘AAaaahhhhh!Just kill meeee!’
Contrary to his screams,the lady kept on torturing him.
“If others knew this they would be so jealous, especially Nina. Haaa, I want to see her face.”
She chuckled softly, rubbing the baby’s cheek with a thumb.
“She might be desperately trying to locate you but I have concealed you so unless you awaken you can’t meet her.”
Then she lifted all six hands and stretched the baby Kael’s cheeks, each hand pulling him in different ways. Not maliciously, but playfully, though from outside it looked like a surgeon disassembling a body with casual familiarity.
The tiny Kael tried to resist but his baby body trembled. His eyes widened, stunned and helpless in the grasp of the veiled, crooked, divine woman who toyed with him as if he was her treasure.
Watching himself suffer, grown Kael’s forehead broke into sweat.
The scene shifted and began replaying his childhood.
“I was born with the power to control storms and water.The powers should have given me frightening power however this bitch just tore it off.Since it was God’s blessing that came imbued with my soul, tearing it apart might have damaged my soul.”
Kael whispered as realization dawned.
“This might be the reason he wasn’t able to awaken and why Kael…I mean the young me was a bit foolish and brain dead, because a part of his soul was missing.”
And his life played like a film.
He grew, but not like a child should.
He was foolish, naive, and happy when shown even crumbs of affection. But love was scarce. His family was not gentle nor warm.
His mother was a lunatic who screamed the moment she saw him. His sister already had plans and agendas, treating him like a tool instead of blood. His father was always away drowning in duties and politics, leaving maids and cold walls to raise him.
He was given wealth, clothing, toys, medicines, everything except what he truly required.
Warmth.
Kael did not seek love because he was greedy.
He sought it because his tiny heart yearned for it like a starving creature seeking light. Maybe it was childhood innocence, maybe the soul from his past life carried longing. But one truth remained.
He wanted love but no one gave it.
The mansion was grand but empty. The people around him were family but monsters at the same time. The only one who seemed human was an old uncle but he was rarely present.
So Kael grew up shy, fearful, insecure. A child afraid of rejection and desperate for affection. And soon voices rose.
Whispers.. Mockery….Scorn.
Not because he lacked talent. But because they wanted to use him someday, they wanted to extract benefits. And for that he needed to show potential, yet he could not awaken.
Then a scene rose like a heartbeat in his vision.
Young Kael was crying in a dim room. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he hiccupped painfully.
A maid knelt beside him.
She stroked his back and brushed his hair gently as he sobbed.
“Why no one loves… Hiee…”
“I want to be loved… Hieek…”
His tiny voice cracked with each plea.
The maid smiled softly and patted his head.
“Who said no one loves you? Just grow up and you will find many loving you dearly.”
“Really?”
“Really.” She lifted him in her arms and hugged him. “Come, let this pretty little sister give you a ride.”
“Umm.” Baby Kael rested against her chest and felt warmth. Real warmth. The only warmth he remembered in that cold family.
His life was bleak, but one thing shone like light.
The maid.
She played with him, comforted him, made him laugh, sang him to sleep, and protected him. She was always there. Yet now he could not remember her name, her face, not even her voice clearly. All memories blurred like fog.
As if reality refused to acknowledge she ever existed.As if she was concealed.
Then the vision jumped again like lightning cracking the sky.
“Ahhhh!”
Young Kael screamed, twitching violently. A room.
A drugged body and woman waiting with a seductive and poisonous smile.
“Now come here and assault me.”
Her tone was sweet like honey. His young body stumbled forward like a starving beast. But then the world froze.
Everything stopped. Breath, movement, sound.
And through the stillness, the maid walked inside.
“I think the odds are over. It is time to unlock the memory.”
She placed her finger on his forehead.
One tap. Two taps. Three.
Then he was assaulted by darkness.
He remembered waking on the floor beaten by that son of a bitch Vale. And from there his life continued normally. The maid disappeared as if she was never real.
Kael stood silent.
“So that means, from the beginning there was no original Kael…”
“It’s me. I am Leonard of Fourth Aeon born as Kael in Fifth Aeon. Isn’t it so, Goddess Elaris?”
He turned slowly.
A beautiful woman stood behind him. Darkness wove into her clothes like fabric made of night itself. Tiny stars shimmered on the surface like real galaxies stitched to her dress. On her ears, two crescent moons hung. And without touching he knew it was not metal or craft.
They were real moons.
Kael stepped forward. Words rolled out of him like echoes of a forgotten vow.
“If one day I manage to survive this ordeal, I swear… I swear on my name that among the moons in space, I will pluck the moons you love and give them as earrings.”
He exhaled shakily, then opened his eyes with a smile full of pain and unspoken emotion.
“Isn’t it, my lovely Catherine.”