A Fairy Tales For The Villains

Vol. 1 Chapter 18 - A Bluebird In A Thorn Cage(2)



Venya looked at the sky with dark and desolate eyes and spoke slowly.

“I have been thinking on my own. Who betrayed us, and why did they keep us alive? And no matter how hard I thought, there was only one conclusion.” 

“What…”

“If you want to stab someone in the back, you had better do it properly.”

“…”

“It’s more insulting to use your brain poorly on a subject where you can’t even do it properly just because you’ve been swept away by ridiculous affection. As you said, how many people can think straight while living caged like this? On top of that, we’re still just children, so it wouldn’t hurt to be ready just in case.”

We’ll be out of here in a year or so. No matter how or by whom we get out, nothing is known to the public about our life in captivity.

 As expected, 

Serpente’s collateral family lived well for a while.

…In other words, keeping us alive worked to their advantage, and we were alive because someone predicted it. 

Or, truthfully, no one can afford to kill them.

 

Is Jerome really a weak-hearted assistant in the middle, or a cunning schemer, or both? Or does he act like that under someone else’s direction?

 Sometimes I wondered about it, too.

A monotonous and poor meal, a narrow space, thorough blocking from the outside, and boredom that destroys all motivation. The more I got used to such a life, the more I felt how wonderful the delicious food and gifts–like–favor that were sent from time to time. How easy it is to tame humans whose instincts are controlled, even more so when it comes to adolescents who are easy to manipulate emotionally.

With the memories of my past life, I was able to objectify the situation one way or another, but it wasn’t something Lettis or Estelle could do. And Venya seemed to feel offended as he watched them. It was for this reason that Venya and Lettis had frequent clashes in recent days. The problem was that there was nothing I could do about it. I wasn’t even sure what was going on in the background of the current situation myself; what could I say to those kids who were looking in their own way for a reason to keep their sanity in this horrific life? Sometimes I even wondered if I was still sane.

As I slowly turned my head, Venya also turned and looked at me. The mischievous, pure face I knew had disappeared, and in its stead was an adult-like expression that felt tired and cynical. Suddenly, my heart sank.

“It seems Hyung still wants to remain an innocent kid.”

“…”

“I didn’t want to believe it from the beginning. Because we share a bit of blood, because they had a good relationship with our parents, because we had known each other since we were little…”

“Venya…”

“I can’t trust anyone anymore. Not even my brother.”

My hand gently covered Venya’s. I was nervous inside that he would shake it off, but he only looked at the hand that was holding him. The sleeves of his shirt rose past his wrists and almost reached his elbows. He needed new clothes. Clothes that fit his size.

“Don’t blame yourself like that. You, too, were in a sad and confusing situation. You never knew what would happen in the future. It’s not your fault, it’s the fault of those who betrayed your faith. And Letty Oppa is not someone who will do us any harm no matter what.”

“I’m so idiotic I can’t believe it. Seeing him now, I feel like I won’t ever believe it. Even if I got out of here right now, I wouldn’t trust anyone anymore. Except for you, Sasha.”

Really? You say you can’t trust anyone but me? That sounds like an honor.

 

Ehem– are my faithful efforts at taking care of these guys here finally seeing the light? 

In the end, after experiencing such a horrific situation, the only thing they could trust until the very end were those who had been next to each other. It wasn’t a phenomenon I wanted to encourage, but I didn’t even know that maybe I was feeling the same way. I moved my body and got close to him. Then I stretched out my other arm and gently combed at his silver-gray hair that had grown arbitrarily. Eiiishh! It would have been nice if there were some proper scissors, too!

“Venya, shall we play at the hair salon one more time?”

“…Don’t even dream.”

“Why? You said you trust me.”

When I said it playfully on purpose, the sky-blue eyes glared at me with an amazing light that had been blocked before. 

Aigoo~ so scary~ Why are this young boy’s eyes so fierce? I don’t think it was like that before.

“That and that… Hu… it’s fine. Go away. Just leave me alone.”

“It’s mealtime.”

“I have no appetite.”

“But the Duke always said that we’re supposed to eat together.”

“…”

Perhaps he couldn’t say anything out of shame, but Venya eventually quietly returned inside. Lettis probably couldn’t sleep so he looked drained, and as a result, only three of us made breakfast that day. While Venya and I were preparing breakfast, Estelle walked back and forth in light pajamas.

“Estelle, you should put on a robe. You’ll catch a cold.”

“Don’t want to. I’m going to die from the heat.”

It was suffocating. I wished I could save some of this heat for winter. After breakfast, we went down to the library, tore out the pages of the book we had read, and folded them into fans.

“By the way, when will we eat the cake?” 

“After lunch? When Letty Oppa wakes up. Are you hungry already?”

“It’s not like tha– achoo!”

Oh, dear. Our missy, who didn’t listen and was only wearing pajamas, sneezed loudly in the end. I clicked my tongue, went back upstairs, and came down with a robe.

That morning at dawn, I woke up to the sensation of something incredibly hot baking me. 

It was Estelle, who was boiling hot.

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