They all call me master

are you sure?

The familiar voice brought Little Lissop's thoughts back to an earlier time, when he was also asked in this way. At that time, he also saw compassion on the face of the voice owner.

At that time, he didn't understand where this compassion came from.

He is now...

understood.

His fate was sealed then.

And the master who saw his fate was...trying to stop him!

That’s right!

The benevolent Master was stopping him.

But he didn't listen!

He regretted it!

little Lithorpe cried.

Crying with regret!

Self-healing after a breakdown!

"Cry. After you cry, tell me what you want to choose."

With a gentle voice, Arthur sat cross-legged next to the restrained little Lissop, so that little Lissop could lie on his knees and cry loudly.

While crying, Arthur's palms gently rubbed Little Lisop's head and back.

[Bluff] flickered to the extreme at this moment.

Like a light in the darkness, it lit up the cellar.

At least that's how it seemed to Little Lithorpe, who fell into some extreme state of mind after the collapse.

First he lay on Arthur's lap.

Later he crawled in front of Arthur.

Arthur's expression was always gentle, and his eyes were filled with compassion.

After three or four minutes, the crying subsided.

Little Lissop raised his head and looked at Arthur in front of him.

"Master, what should I do?"

Little Lithorpe asked respectfully.

“Everything depends on you.

If you choose death, I will guide your soul into the Land of the Dead.

If you choose to live, I will tide over the difficulties with you. "

Arthur lowered his head and looked at Little Lissop, the smile on his lips getting softer.

Such a smile seemed to contain infinite power, making Little Lithop feel...a supporter at this moment.

He has a backer.

He is not alone.

He had someone to talk to.

He had people to whom he could seek refuge.

How could one choose death after having such a despairing heart?

"I want to live, Master!"

Little Lissop said.

However, the moment the words came out of his mouth, confusion appeared in little Lisop's eyes - he would have to face his father while he was still alive... No, it was Lisop.

Lissop will be back soon with 'The Executioner'.

He needed to face them.

How should he face them?

As he thought about it, bursts of pain burst out from the depths of his brain. Little Lissop screamed and fell to the ground with a cry of 'ah'.

pain!

Incomparable pain!

But the next moment, it didn’t hurt anymore.

Because, the warm palm was placed on the top of his head again.

Little Lissop subconsciously raised his head.

In a daze, the young man seemed to see a figure sitting on a throne in the clouds, looking down at all living beings with compassion.

Unconsciously, Little Lissop knelt down there again——

"Grandmaster!"

Arthur looked at little Lisop's appearance and knew that the young man was probably half crazy.

Overnight, not only did his father become his enemy, he also committed patricide himself.

Anyone else would have a nervous breakdown.

Out of the instinct of self-preservation, in order to survive, little Lisop, who had a mental breakdown, needed a spiritual sustenance.

And his appearance has become such a spiritual sustenance.

Arthur guessed this.

But what Arthur didn't guess was that Lithop was so crazy and perverted.

Arthur, who had watched everything, was sure that Lisop also belonged to that kind of extremist.

With the status of a noble, the other party could easily deal with his butler, but in order to have more fun in revenge, he could choose to endure it for twenty years.

This kind of mentality is really terrifying.

Such a twist makes the hair on one's back stand up.

so……

Lithorpe must die!

Thinking in his heart, Arthur pulled out a hair.

"Ka!"

In the clear words of the picture, the hair seemed to come alive. All the shackles on Little Lisop's body were opened, but Arthur did not take them off. Even the rag was handed to Little Lisop again—— In his ears, there were footsteps.

One belonged to Lithorpe.

The other one should be the other person's son.

"No matter what choice you make, I will support you!"

After Arthur finished speaking softly, his whole body disappeared into the shadows.

The next moment, little Lisop also heard the deliberate sound of footsteps.

Lithorpe was out to torture him.

It is to keep him in fear all the time.

Before, he would have been afraid.

But not anymore.

Before, he would be in pain.

Now, there is also a hint of pain...

its not right? Why should I suffer?

I shouldn't be in pain, I still have a master!

Master supports me like a real family member!

The collapsed spirit regenerated from the ashes, soaked in deceitful words, becoming distorted and blindly obedient, but without pain. The warmth like a loving father nourished the heart and soul of little Lisop.

Little Lithorpe was no longer himself.

No!

He is still him.

He just saw something clearly.

He just understood who should be worth caring about.

So, he is still little Lisop.

Loud footsteps were getting closer.

Little Lissop grew calmer and calmer.

The damp, cold, and stinky cellar became bright, warm, and fragrant in the eyes of little Lithorpe, because——

The Master is with him!

Lissop took his son into the cellar and walked up to little Lissop.

The Lord looked kindly at his excited and overwhelmed son, and began to give guidance——

"Tel, have you seen him?

it's him!

It's this guy who forces me to hide you in that kind of life that's worse than a pig or a dog!

Now, pick up your dagger and chop him up bit by bit, starting from his hands and feet! "

Ter, the son of the old housekeeper.

Only a few months younger than little Lithorpe.

In the past, the young man who would respectfully call "Master" now had greed and ferocity in his eyes as he approached Little Lithorpe step by step.

Terl still seems to be living in a dream.

He turned out to be the master... no, his father's biological son.

His father told him that he had to choose such a strategy to avoid danger.

He had doubts about this.

However, he wants to inherit South Town.

He wants to own everything in South Town.

So, here he comes.

So, he drew his sword on little Lithorpe.

Therefore, his sword was snatched away by Little Lisop.

Terl was also taught by a swordsmanship teacher from Little Lissop, but by the way, the swordsmanship teacher paid more attention to Little Lissop.

In terms of swordsmanship, Terl was more than one level behind Little Lissop.

Moreover, Terr didn't pay attention at all when he saw little Lissop being restrained by chains.

By the time the lord's son reacted, the dagger was already on his neck.

This scene happened in a room of lightning and flint.

It was completely beyond Lithop's expectations.

When the Lord wanted to rescue him, Little Lissop had already held Terre hostage and retreated to the wall. The dagger placed on Terre's neck even cut a bloody mark on the neck of the lord's son.

"Calm down! Let's talk!"

Lissop was horrified to see his own son injured.

Little Lissop smiled.

"Talk?

OK! "

Saying these words, Little Lissop pulled the dagger in his hand hard.

puff!