Chapter 68

Sinclair thought that it must be the alcohol letting his lips get loosened up or it might just be because he's getting a bit more comfortable after releasing all the stress he's been holding off.

Either way, the ghost was quite glad that the boy decided to tell everything.

It was after he got banished from the care of his uncle and aunt that he was then transferred to another distant relative.

This relative, from what he had heard and observed, was quite a black sheep from its own clan. Because she's born ugly and short, everyone despised her. Eventually, she was forced to run away and live on her own, without even receiving a single penny from the inheritance that was supposed to be equally divided among them.

The woman's name was Olia Isema and she had grown alone and lonely until Uriel was pushed towards her.

Uriel went ahead to tell all those details he had collected from her and the only thing he said about his wounds was that it's because that old woman named Olia Isema was a villain.

Sinclair was pretty sure that it had been that old woman's fault that Uriel had those bleak eyes and purple bruises.

This had escalated Sinclair's anger against the old woman and yet, he didn't want to waste up all the boy's effort into his attempt of being understanding.

He said he wanted to at least have the hope that she would either change one day or peacefully die.

"Would you kill her?" Sinclair asked casually, which made the boy a bit sober.

"No, I won't," He answered after a few seconds of a stop. "For now, as long as things go the way they are, I won't kill her."

"But would there be a chance that you'd think of killing her?"

Uriel seemed to have thought of it for a while, which made Sinclair feel hopeful that the boy wouldn't get trapped in the same angry and lonely world that his son had been. The wars that killed thousands of men didn't have to be experienced by anyone anymore.

"I think there's a chance," The boy finally answered. "If a circumstance came up that I'd have to kill her, I would."

"Then would you hesitate?"

"If that kind of circumstance came, I probably wouldn't even have the time to hesitate. So no, I wouldn't. I'll do it as quickly and as clean as possible. Do you think I shouldn't do that?"

"Of course, anyone would say so. That you shouldn't do that."

"How about you?"

"I don't really care what you do. But for now, as far as I know, you're not a murderer."

That night, Uriel might just have had too many bottles of alcohol or had been too exhausted because of the festival that he quickly fell asleep.

Sinclair brought the boy inside the warmest part of his cave and stayed awake to take care of him.

He remained like that for a few hours until his heart had been quite complacent that he accidentally let his heart slip away there and then.

He uttered the words that made up his apology for his son, which he had been practicing for decades with the deep dark blue flower.

He let everything out until it's too late to take back what he spilled out.