Chapter 115: Was He Wrong

Lucifer entered the corridor, leaving his room, looking to find someone.

The whole place seemed ghastly as not a single person was at sight. He started walking towards the lift from where he had come out with Caen. 

Unlike before, he now at least had proper clothes that were delivered by a person. Unfortunately, Lucifer had missed the chance to ask for food when that guy was here, only remembering it now.

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The upper echelon was busy in their meeting, unaware that Lucifer had left his room. 

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Reaching the lift, Lucifer pressed the only button that was there. But the lift didn't open. He had forgotten that there was a fingerprint sensor nearby that scanned the fingerprint. Only the Variants of this organization were allowed to use the lift.

Lucifer's data was still not in the system, so his fingerprint wasn't going to work. And even if it could work, it was inherently impossible for him to use this. His fingers decayed whatever they touched. So scanning his fingerprint was impossible.

He kept trying to make the lift work, only to fail. Fortunately, he didn't remember that fingerprint thing, or he might have destroyed that sensor, making it impossible for anyone to use it.

Just as he was getting frustrated with this lift, he heard a sound.

Ting!

With a faint sound, the doors of the lift opened.

But it didn't open because of him. It had opened because someone had arrived from up using that lift.

Lucifer saw a young man standing inside the lift, holding a tray that had a pair of gloves.

Two young women behind him were carrying food.

"Sir Lucifer, what are you doing here? Were you waiting for us?" the young man asked. 

A very respectable expression was on the man's face as he talked to Lucifer, making it seem like Lucifer was his senior.

That's what he was told to do.

"We apologize for the delay. Finding the gloves and preparing the food took time. We came as soon as we finished," he added.

Gazing at the gloves, Lucifer found himself amazed. These gloves were just like the ones that belonged to his mother. Even the color was the same. 

"Give," he said as he slowly raised his hand that didn't seem like the hand of a warrior who could break an entire wall with his punch. 

Instead, whoever saw his hand would have assumed that he was a boy who never worked hard a single day of his life and only lived the life of a prince.

"Yes."

The young man picked up the pair of gloves and placed them in Lucifer's hands.

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"Seniors said that these gloves are really rare, and we only had this single pair. So they asked me to tell you to keep them safe. In the meantime, they will try to find more of these."

The young man expressed the message of the higher-ups to Lucifer before he changed the topic, without giving Lucifer the chance to think.

"Where do you want us to place the food? Dining Hall or your room?"

The young ladies stepped out of the room with the food, asking him where he wanted to eat.

Hearing their question, Lucifer thought for a short while before he answered, "In the garden. Bring it there."

Saying that, he turned back and started walking towards the garden.

'Huh? Does he want to have a picnic? Eating in the garden instead of eating in the dining hall like civilized people? Whatever, I don't need to care,' the young man thought as he accompanied the ladies.

After placing the food and the water in the garden, the ladies left.

The young man was still left behind.

"You aren't going?" Lucifer asked the young man who stood behind him as he wore the new gloves and sat on the ground in front of the food.

"I'm told to stay on this floor so I can help you with whatever you need. The room which is right beside yours belongs to me now," the young man answered.

"What's your name?" Lucifer asked as he started eating.

"I am known as Draco," the young green-haired man answered respectfully.

"So Draco, tell me one thing. What were you told about me? I am curious."

"About you? Not much, Sir. We were told about your Origins and that you are the son of Great Warlock Zale Azarel. We also know how those bastard humans betrayed you and tortured you. Those people are really the scums of this earth. That is why I am glad to be part of the Variant Uprising."

"Oh? And why are you glad about that?" Lucifer inquired, not stopping his eating.

"Because of our aim! Variant Uprising wants the wellbeing of all Variants. We want the safety and prosperity of the Variants, which isn't possible as long as humans rule."

"Why is that not possible? Aren't Variants strong? Why do humans rule? Can't you destroy them all?"

"We can, but the problem is that humans are very dishonest. They pretend to be weak to make the neutral variants take pity on them. They use those Variants to keep them safe, and in the name of the balance of this world, they get to rule everything with their government."

"And the worst part is that some Variants themselves help them do this, like those bastards at APF. If they weren't there, Variants would have been ruling, and no pesky human would have dared to hurt you."

"No pesky human would have dared to hurt me, huh…."

As the conversation reached here, Lucifer found some truth to these words.

"Alright. Now tell me one more thing. Was my father wrong in helping humans?" Lucifer asked, curious.

That was the tricky question that Draco didn't know how to approach. He was told that Lucifer loved his family. What was going to happen if he called his father wrong? He didn't want to see that. Even though he believed that it was true. Zale Azarel was wrong in helping humans, but he felt that he shouldn't say that aloud.

"What happened? Tell me. Was my father wrong in helping humans?" Lucifer asked again.

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