A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 89: Why Should I Feel Guilty, Huh?

Chapter 89: Why Should I Feel Guilty, Huh?

Mr. Bennet Pons, who stood opposite Old Master Lenort, was frowning.

"Your majesty—"

"Keep quiet, Bennet! If this was the reason why you wanted to have a meeting with me, then you should leave!" Old Master Lenort heavily scowled at him.

"And why?" Mr. Bennet Pons asked, raising his brows in displeasure. "We are old acquaintances, are we not?"

Old Master Lenort pinched between his brows. "What do you want?"

"Nothing much. I just want an answer to a question I asked you many years ago," Mr. Bennet said. "I have been keeping quiet about that incident because I don’t have an answer yet, but I am pretty tired your majesty. It has been long now, don’t you think?"

Old Master Lenort deeply glowered at him.

"You want to tell the whole world now that I tried to murder my own son?"

"You didn’t try to, Your Majesty, you murdered him. It was only by a miracle that that boy lived, but you killed something in him. I asked you why, and you said you had your reasons and that I should keep my mouth shut about it. You have not given me an answer why till now, your majesty." Mr. Bennet’s expression did not look very good.

"You have turned that boy’s brothers against him, why? They hate him for no reason, and even the poor boy does not know why. He has not done anything wrong to them."

"Listen, your majesty, I am a very straightforward person, and you know that. It would be a lie if I told you I have not been living in guilt these past few years." He shook his head.

"I see that boy’s face every day in my dreams, and it’s as though he is hunting me. I was there when you pushed him off that building, but I could not do anything. How do you think I feel?"

Old Master Lenort scoffed. "There is nothing for you to feel guilty about, Bennet. That boy deserved every—"

"Your majesty!" Mr. Bennet’s tone was harsh. "Are you hearing yourself? You tried killing your own son multiple times! You pulled me into it even though I did not want to witness it. What has that boy ever done to you?! Do you not feel even an ounce of guilt? Do you not feel sorry for what you have done?!"

"I don’t!" Old Master Lenort stated. "Why should I feel guilty, huh?"

"You should, your majesty! That boy is innocent! He has done nothing wrong to you. Don’t you think you have done enough? Are you going to keep going further and further with this until you have got what you wa—"

"Yes, Bennet! YES! I will keep going until I finally get rid of him!" Old Master Lenort shouted.

"What was I supposed to do? I had to kill him! I had to do everything I could!" he said. "That boy is evil! None of you know that, and none of you will understand!"

"And what evidence do you have?" Mr. Bennet questioned with a look of disbelief on his face. "Is it just your own delusional thinking? What exactly has he done to you that proves him evil, your majesty? Haven’t you hurt him enough?" His brows were scrunched, unable to make sense of anything.

Old Master Lenort stared at him, and abruptly began to laugh. He was chuckling as though he were a madman.

"Listen to yourself, Bennet!"

"Tell me, what child doesn’t cry? What child is able to retain calm no matter what danger is before him—no matter what he faces? Tell me! I have never, for once in my life, glimpsed fear in his eyes. That boy does not have emotions! He is emotionally incapable. He does not love anyone, not even his own mother, his child, or his wife!"

"Hahahah, this boy even got to a point where he began to feed himself these delusions that he can feel emotions towards anybody while in reality, he doesn’t!"

"He wanted to believe he was like everyone, and so he made everyone think he actually felt an ounce of love for his wife and his little boy. But this boy did not shed a single tear when he found them dead in his quarter. Not the day they were buried, nor the day they died."

Old Master Lenort was cackling, very amused.

"He did not shed a tear the day his mother died. His heart is as black as darkness itself. Look at his eyes. Do you see how lazy and dead they are? You can never find any emotions in it!"

"Your majesty, are you judging your son by something as mere as the color of his eyes?" Mr. Bennet asked.

Old Master Lenort shook his head. "It is not as simple as that, Bennet. It is not about the color. Just look into that boy’s eyes and tell me what you see."

"You are taking this too far, your majesty," Mr. Bennet said.

"You think I am?" Old Master Lenort questioned. "Bennet, the day this boy was born, neither the moon nor the stars came out. Everywhere was covered in darkness, and for the first time in so many years, an eclipse of the moon occurred."

"The three midwives were unwilling to carry him in their arms. They were filled with fear, afraid to touch him. There is something locked away in him, and this boy must not be allowed to be free."

Mr. Bennet frowned at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Bennet, I have never glimpsed someone like this boy in my life. I have tried killing him so many times. I threw him off a high building, and I was very sure he hit the ground, but this boy lived without a scar."

"I scarred him, I stabbed him, I made his mother pour a kettle of boiling water on him—oh god, I locked this boy in a cage for sixteen freaking years, and this boy survived, fine and clean! Stronger than he ever was," Old Master Lenort explained.

"Do you not find this strange, Mr. Bennet Pons?" he asked.