Reincarnated as the Son of a Vicious Lord! ~When I Was Having Fun Learning Magic, I Had to Get Rid of My Stigma~! - CH 154
Monet Krone
Translated by NotBlueYet
Edited by Kingavent
Monet Krone’s past, it’s a commonly known and unreasonable one in a magical supremacist society.
When Monet was a child, she lived with Thor and her father.
Her father belonged to a knights order, so his family was reasonably wealthy.
Incidentally, Monet’s mother died soon after Thor was born, so there is little left of her in Monet’s memory.
Monet was blessed with a kind father and a lovely younger brother, and lived a full life without her mother.
He never doubted that Monet would eventually join the Order and become a fine knight who would protect people, just like his father.
Fortunately, Monet was blessed with a talent for martial arts and physical enhancement.
In this society where there is little gender discrimination, the dream of becoming a knight is not so difficult.
Monet was trained by her father, and even though she had a wealth of talent, she was not proud and did not neglect her training.
She overwhelms kids her own age, even older ones, and Monet is so light on her feet that she wins easily.
She has a happy family and a bright future, but then something happened that changed her life forever.
Father was kicked out of the Knights because he was suspected of leaking state secrets to other countries.
Father, who was well-liked and known as a man of integrity, would never have done such a thing.
Father also desperately pleaded that it was a fabrication, but due to his low status as a commoner, his argument was not accepted.
Additionally, my father was unable to find another job after he was forced to resign from the Order.
It is also natural, since he supposedly leaked the country’s information to other countries, it is rather a miracle that he only had to withdraw from the knight order.
However, after this incident, all the things started to go haywire.
Monet’s life took a turn for the worse.
Her father ran around the city every day looking for a job.
But no one would hire him, and her father was at his wits’ end, finally drowning himself in alcohol.
Life gets harder and harder, and her father becomes increasingly violent.
Thor was still very young, and Monet felt that she had no choice but to support her family.
Fortunately, Monet had a talent and was able to use it to make a small fortune.
It’s enough money for the three of them to live on if they don’t waste it.
I don’t know if it’s fortunate or unfortunate that a child of less than ten still has the means to earn money.
She was just desperately trying to live each day to the fullest.
As if to mock Monet’s efforts, her father indulged in drinking, violence, and on the worst occasions, brought in women and indulged in pleasure in front of Monet.
The father I used to look up to was nowhere to be found.
Even though her father has turned into a useless and trashy person, Monet can’t give up her feelings for him.
Then, the worst case scenario happens.
Her father was a worm that day, and when Monet came home from work, he was violent with the young Thor.
At the time, Thor’s frail constitution and timid nature prevented him from rebelling against his father.
Monet stops her father from doing so.
At that time, Monet was already capable of taking on adults and not losing.
But that’s for a normal adult.
But her father, who belonged to the knight order, was not an opponent that Monet could beat, even if he was lacking in training.
She is immediately knocked down and her hands and feet are bound.
The shrouded father on top of Monet was red-faced with debauchery and had a lowly smile on his face.
His disfigurement was such that he could no longer be called a father.
And …… and …….
Monet tries to speak out of physiological disgust.
But her mouth was sealed by her father, and she jerked and thrashed.
Her father’s breath stank, and his eyes held a lustful madness.
That’s not a good look to put on my child, by mistake.
Monet put all her strength into her arms and legs to escape as fast as she could, but she could not escape the hands of her father, a former knight.
Then, with a thud, my father’s back shook.
“Oh, ……?”
‘Get off my sister, you son of a bitch.’
Thor hit father.
He was not Thor, who was always languid and clinging to Monet, but he wore a violent air about him.
“Hey, Thor, how dare you speak to your father.”
Oddly enough, their tones were very similar, and Monet raised an eyebrow at Thor, who had taken after his father.
“Shut up, you piece of shit, I never thought of you as a father.”
“Don’t get carried away, you little brat.”
He moved away from Monet’s body and went after Thor.
Then a quick, precise blow slammed into Thor’s dove-tailed midsection.
Thor drops to one knee and begins to convulse, breathing heavily.
Against such Thor, his father kicked up to catch up with him.
The blow that the father of the former knight order kicked up using his body enhancements reaped Thor’s consciousness in an instant.
Thor hits the wall behind him, and the impact causes the glass cup on his desk to fall and break.
“Don’t be a brat. Don’t be a brat.”
My father approached the fallen Thor and mounted him.
And he hit him again, and again, and again, and again, until she feared that his face would be deformed.
In the gloomy room, the sound of yelling and punching echoes.
Monet couldn’t turn away from the tragic scene and watched in dismay as Thor was beaten.
Monet was beginning to feel as if all this was happening in a dream.
(Yes …… this is a dream…if it’s a dream you can do whatever you want right?)
Monet gets to her feet in a huff.
She picked up the shards of glass that had been broken in the fight between her father and Thor with his right hand.
Then she stands behind her father, without making a sound of footsteps.
Dad.
Monet murmured, and her father, his eyebrows raised, turned with a slow movement.
In that instant, her right hand moves.
Monet aimed precisely at her father’s neck and swung her arm.
Immediately after, fresh blood splatters.
His throat was ripped open by a shard of glass, and a great deal of blood sprayed out.
Slowly, he died.
Ha-ha.”
Monet laughed at the stupefying nature of human death.
She took the life of an immediate family member.
The shards of glass stained with blood, Monet’s eyes reflected from them, glowing brightly.
This is Monet’s first murder.
Murder is bad, and parricide is one of the deadliest sins.
That is generally the right idea.
So if someone says that Monet’s actions are bad ……, that would be someone who can only measure things on a narrow scale.
A parent who makes a child unhappy is not a parent.
That being said, a sin is a sin and she was a person to be judged.
Fortunately, however, Thor was unconscious and no one saw her commit the crime, the fact that “manslayers” were appearing in the city at the time, and the preconceived notion that Monet could not have killed a former member of the Order.
Of course, there were those who found Monet suspicious.
He’s a strange man with a black hat.
He didn’t pursue Monet’s crime, but instead, he made a demand.
“Would you like to work for me?”
The man in the black hat’s demand …… is more of a threat.
Monet was left with no option but to object.
Thus, Monet became a member of the regression group.
The Man in the Black Hat has ordered her to kill the children of a royalist nobleman.
Of course, she can’t veto it.
The subject was an innocent girl of the same age as herself.
It was easy to get along with them because they couldn’t be suspicious of others and they were children – and it was easy to kill them.
For Monet, killing an unwary child is no small feat.
But the feeling of having the girl die in her hands was unforgettable, and it remained in her memory more vividly than when she had killed her father.
The day she murdered the girl, Monet threw up until his face turned pale.
Still, she played her usual kind sister when she met Thor.
(Why is it that I’m the only one going through so much pain? ……)
Her lamentations are unvoiced and reach no one.
I wanted someone to help me.
But no one was going to rescue me.
With the help of the man in the black hat, she joined Central Academy and made many friends, including Kaisaf.
The time I spent with my friends was both happy and more than a little painful.
Her true nature is that of a ruthless killer, Monet scoffs to herself.
During her school days, she was afraid of exposing her ugly inner self, so she spent her days wearing a mask.
The more she continues her double life of back and front, the more worn out Monet’s mind becomes.
There were many times when I wanted …… to die and disappear.
She must have put her hands on a lot of people and made them unhappy, but when it came time to take her own life, her hands shook.
Monet hates herself for being nothing more than a blight on society, and enjoys a false sense of peace.
That’s why I didn’t want …… Owen to come to my rescue that day on the Four festivals.
I wanted you to abandon me and leave me to die.
I don’t want a repugnant sense of justice or a superficial friendship relationship.
I don’t need help, my heart is screaming for you to kill me.
It doesn’t matter what the man in the black hat thinks, Monet came here today to find a place to die.
Thor is in front of Monet.
The last time I saw Thor, he was about as tall as I am, and now he’s grown to the point where I can look up to him.
This made Monet happy and emotional at the same time.
However, he kept a ruthless expression on his face.
Inwardly, she wondered if her brother would kill her.