The Author's POV

"What a pitiful child."

My vision returned to what it was prior to the visions after the demon took his hand from Melissa's head.

I didn't know exactly how long had passed, but during the time where I was looking through Melissa's memories, it felt as if years had passed by...of course, I knew that it was only my imagination.

Thud—!

During the time that my vision returned, Melissa fell to the ground on both knees. Her complexion looked rather pale as what seemed to be tears flowed down the sides of her eyes.

I couldn't blame her.

Relieving what she was desperately trying to hide and forget, and knowing that the closest people she knew were also watching her deepest secrets...

'Shit.'

I could tell exactly what she was feeling.

Lowering his body, the demon stood at eye level with her.

Patting her head, he gently spoke to her.

"Your life is truly hard. You wanted to make your father proud throughout your entire childhood, but no matter what you did, he never satisfied you."

"Even when you excelled in a different field, he ignored you and only cared about your achievements in the combat field...yet, you had no talent for it, but you knew this..."

"Of course, you knew this. You're a smart child after all, am I right?"

Melissa's body trembled as the demon's gentle words echoed throughout. Slowly, she started to nod her head.

'Don't respond to him!'

I shouted inside of my head as I tried to move, and open my mouth, but it all proved to be fruitless.

I couldn't activate any of my skills, nor feel my mana.

I was desperate.

Melissa may not be aware at the moment, but the demon was definitely using some sort of skill at the moment. A skill that would severely weaken her mind the more she listened to him or spoke to him.

"Even though you trained for twelve hours every day, to the point of exhaustion, as a way to finally show your father the results of your achievements, he completely disregarded your achievements and treated you like trash...all because you couldn't take the first spot."

Extending his hand, the demon patted Melissa on the back.

"When your father dismissed you after you placed second, that was the turning point of your life, wasn't it? You stopped caring about him, or about anyone else's opinion, right? You felt free when you stopped caring, right? ...and why do you treat everyone so harshly? Is it because you don't trust anyone but yourself?"

With each question that the demon asked, the paler Melissa's complexion became, and it wasn't long before her eyes started to lose some clarity.

'Oh no.'

alarmed

This pattern...

creation of contractees. After thoroughly exposing the secrets and breaking their minds, demons used this exact scenario to

'Not good.'

remained in the same spot, shouting inside of my mind

glance, but in a way, that's just yourself trying to distance others from you so that

to pat Melissa on the back. Over time, her complexion worsened, and it

'Shit.'

inwardly cursed inside of my mind when

about you just

demon finally took notice of Melissa's condition and the smile

not supposed to break you just yet. His majesty might

attention

no dust on his

It's a pity that I'm tempted to make you sign a

demon's head suddenly turned and it was then that my eyes

I've come to find quite a nice gem over here. One that I am very interested in making

steps toward me, the demon soon reached

able to catch a glimpse of a strange twinkle in his eyes.

you seem to be extremely strong for someone your age. Not bad, not

he seemed

away from me, he then turned his head and his eyes lingered on Liam's

other two seem to also be quite the talent. It's quite hard to choose between the three of you…so, how about we continue

his head to once again face my direction, the smile on his face

'No!'

slowly approaching hand, from the corner of my eyes I stared at the others who were else looking at

beat faster as

'Not my memories!'

realized that the others would

can't let that

Anything but that!

of all the things I had been trying to hide

everything that happened to me made my skin crawl. Especially after they would find out the truth about my life at the Lock, and how I viewed them in the

helpless at

tried, I couldn't resist the demon's hand as

"Sleep tight."

dark after

***

'Is it happening again?'

Kevin walked past a paved driveway toward an area surrounded by iron gates and fences, he passed a

Melissa, he could not control his body as it slowly

'...Are these Ren's memories?'

memory he had was the demon grasping Ren's head, Kevin could make out what was going on at the moment. He felt a burning rage rush from deep within him as he thought

'Bastard.'

he remembered Melissa's state a few

helpless and broken state...Kevin felt his emotions run wild. He called it a game, but this felt like no game