Cassian had lived in the Cilliard Household when he was a toddler, and it was fortunate that he rarely showed what he could do so that no one would get hurt.
Cassian gradually learned how to deal with power as he grew up.
Still, a child was still a child, and he had suffered so much for not being able to handle it.
Cassian’s power was inhabited and developed in the temple, but it was a temporary cure because it still failed to suppress Esper’s monstrous power.
“Cassian, are you asleep?”
Yernia visited his room, as usual, were no other people had dared to call.
“I’m coming in.”
Yernia crept into the dark room, and Cassian’s heart pounded when he saw someone enter.
“Are you sick?”
Yernia rushed towards Cassian and put the candle she brought on the bedside table.
The tiny flame lit up his face, and she could see the sweat dripping over his pale forehead.
At first glance, Cassian looked cold and in pain.
“I brought you some medicine, Cassian. Please get up.”
Yernia pretended to have a headache and got the medicine from the maid.
She had no idea why Cassian got sick, but she would do everything to make him feel better.
“Cassian.”
Yernia couldn’t understand her parents as well.
She noticed Cassian was sick when she visited him in his room the day after the festival.
He was unconscious and wouldn’t respond no matter how many times she called his name, so she brought him to the Count.
Yernia told her parents he was ill, but they didn’t seem to care.
She was told that there was no way to cure him.
“You can’t go in there, Yernia. You’re going to listen to mama and papa, right?” The Count threatened her not to go near him.
She poured water into a cup on the side table while opening her palm to reveal a precious pill.
“You might hate this medicine, Cassian. But you still have to take it even if it hurts.”
Yernia neither touched nor raised his form to sit up, but Cassian’’s body suddenly shook with agony.
At that moment, Cassian pushed Yernia to get her away from him as if to protect himself.
“AAAAHHHH!”
Dark energy began to attack Yernia.
She dropped the pill, and water had spilled over the rug.
Yernia didn’t know why she had become the target and had no idea how to fight back.
Long, deep cuts lashed out her delicate skin with careless violence.
“AAHHH! It hurts! It hurts!”
Yena cried and screamed in pain as she crouched down and curled herself into a ball.
She hadn’t moved as if she had no thoughts of escaping the hell out of there.
The dark energy had almost wrapped around Yernia before it vanished.
Awakened by Yernia’s cries of desperation, Cassian slowly opened his closed eyes and blinked.
He was distraught from this fiery heat inside of him that he couldn’t release.
He felt terrible pain all over his body without knowing the cause.
Cassian had panicked when his blurred vision had finally focused on Yernia.