Vol. 2 Chapter 1.1 - All again

Part 2. Into the Brilliant Garden

Once he realized it, the dull tombstone had become surrounded by blooming and colorful flowers. The man would visit the grave from time to time, always wanting to say something, but in the end, he would leave without uttering a word.

This wasnt the ending that he had wanted. He wanted to hold onto the person who was becoming as light as a piece of paper and keep him by his side forever. Even if his end was inevitable, he wished to postpone it for as long as he could. But by the time he realized this, it was already too late. That pregnancy was supposed to be his last, but the person who couldnt bear it any longer without the white pills had already shattered off what little life he had left. Then, he had given those parts to his two children and left. If he hadnt had children, would he have lived longer? That probably wouldnt happen.

The two children, born after Aelock became addicted to drugs, were fragile and late in development. They cried incessantly and constantly sought attention. When he tried to soothe and hold them, they would hit and push him away. However, they would still cling to him with their small hands. As he held them, sobbing beyond belief, he knew he couldnt shorten their lives. It would take a long time for these children to stand on their own.

Because of the children, there was never a moment when he felt miserable or lonely. However, after each child grew older, they found their beloved person and left. The laughter and cries that once filled the grand estate disappeared. The man sat in his chair, his body aged and settled, only gazing out at the window. Beyond the gla.s.s of the large balcony that reached from the floor to the ceiling, he saw a glamorous rose garden, like colorful jewels sprinkling on the green lawn. And the cabin that was hidden between the walls of Cyprus trees. Along with his own sins.

The years pa.s.sed uneventfully. The man always sat in that same place, gazing at the cabin. On a dark night with a raging snowstorm, the man, who was staring out without any movement, stood up and rushed outside. He grabbed his coat and ran outside, not bothering to put it on. Despite nearly stumbling multiple times in the heavy snow, his gaze remained fixated on the desolate place hidden by darkness and the snowstorm.

The once dark brown hair was now covered with snow, making it impossible to discern its color. The man didnt even consider the fact that his expensive clothes and shoes were getting wet. He hastily reached the cabin, only to find dust and loneliness inside. He clearly saw a light. It was a faint but persistent light, never extinguis.h.i.+ng even amidst the blizzard and darkness, just like his s.h.i.+ne. However, the cabin remained engulfed in pitch-black darkness.

Unable to believe it, he called out the name he had repeated countless times in his mind again and again. However, even after shouting with all his might, nothing could push away the suffocating silence except for the deafening roar of the snowstorm.

Stepping out with heavy steps, the man buried himself in the snow and gazed at the cold stone visible only at the end of his sight.

Ah.

Realizing it belatedly, he brushed his cold, damp hair with his brash hands. He continued to stare at the tombstone until he lost all his senses up to the tips of his fingers, submerged in snow up to mid-calf.

That was the mans first delirium.

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When he opened his eyes, he felt tears streaming down his cheeks. It felt like he had a tremendously agonizing dream. He dreamt of an unimaginably h.e.l.lish place where he couldnt even struggle and gradually succ.u.mbed to insanitya miserable and agonizing dream that made no sense.

d.a.m.n. What the h.e.l.l is this suddenly

With his hands still tingling, he roughly wiped his tear-streaked face and stood up. His eyes caught sight of an unfamiliar luxurious interior. He was in the Count estates guest room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he wiped his moist face again. Maybe it was because he had slept in an unfamiliar place. He was usually not particularly sensitive, but his mood felt strange. Though no one else was in the room, the fact that an adult alpha had cried over a mere nightmare made him feel embarra.s.sed, so he quickly straightened the sheets and got out of bed.

Taking a few deep breaths, he brushed his hair that fluttered in the early morning breeze and looked into the distance. From the second floor, he could see a rose garden not too far away.

The sun had yet to rise, so it still looked dark, but when he first entered this room, he couldnt help but be awestruck by how glamorous it was. It felt like he could already smell the roses all the way up here. He wasnt particularly interested in flowers, but he was slightly looking forward to this rose garden. This place would give him a new opportunity. Just as he gazed at it once again, he saw a shabby building far away through the rows of trees.

Is it a barn? Or a gardeners cabin?

Whatever it was, it didnt suit the extravagant rose garden at all. A count this wealthy would have had many employers, and it was natural to have accommodations and workplaces for them throughout the garden. But they werent built in plain sight like that thing. Concealing for aesthetics is typical, but that was none of Klopps business. This mansion belonged to Count Aelock Teiwind, so it was his problem to solve. Perhaps it was deliberately done like that due to the counts rumored peculiar taste.

A moment later, he could hear the sounds of servants waking up the dawn and bustling in the corridor outside the door. Klopp left the view of the rose garden and the particularly desolate-looking cabin behind and entered the room.

Count Tewind was a high-ranking aristocrat, famous for his long-standing tradition and immense wealth comparable to the royal family. Now that the world had changed, with the rise of the emerging affluent cla.s.s and the slowly collapsing cla.s.s system, even the advocates of egalitarianism, who shouted that there was no such thing as born-aristocrat people, kept their mouths shut in front of them.

The Tewind family was not simply a sn.o.bbish n.o.ble family, they were true lords in the sense of fulfilling their n.o.ble duties. Even now, when they had no direct obligations, they took the initiative in aiding the poor within their territory, they wanted to give opportunities to many young people who could reach higher. That was precisely the reason why Klopp had come there.

The Count invited promising young individuals who were talented but lacked inherited t.i.tles or wealth, connecting them with sponsors. The sponsors.h.i.+p group, known as the Tea Party in the Rose Garden, was packed with aristocrats who enjoyed the n.o.ble hobby of nurturing talents and ambitious young people, who were determined to succeed through these aristocrats hobbies.

At the same time, it was also full of frightening parents, who came with the intention of disposing of their burdensome omega offspring. They pick out young alphas with their sharp gazes as if they were picking out horses in a stallion market.

Klopp, who majored in law and economics at the National Capital University and graduated with excellent grades, was of course invited. He was the second son of Baron Band.y.k.e, but since his elder brother was an alpha, he wasnt in line to inherit the family. Moreover, the family itself was located in a remote countryside that very few know of, and they were poor, so there was nothing remarkable about them.

The only thing his family could offer him was tuition fees. However, even with that, it was difficult to cover the expenses of studying abroad. Fortunately, Klopp was an exceptionally brilliant student. He was able to receive a state scholars.h.i.+p through a professors recommendation and also enjoyed a free dormitory in return for a.s.sisting the professor.

Although his school life wasnt impoverished, he had no intention of continuing a difficult life. He aspired to become an economic lawyer or an expert in global investments, but at the moment, he had no reputation or connections, and he also had no immediate profits. Thats why today was very important for his future.

After was.h.i.+ng himself with the water brought by the maid and putting on a new suit he had bought with his small savings, Klopp wore the cufflinks that his father had pa.s.sed down to him. He had barely seen his father throughout his study abroad, but he was able to attend his graduation ceremony. They were plain and somewhat old-fas.h.i.+oned, but the aged s.h.i.+ne added a little more sense of sophistication to the young man. Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his tie and brushed back a few stray strands of his hair.

This should look fine.

He had never thought of himself as handsome, but he didnt think he lacked charm either. After all, he had never lacked omega lovers since his university days, but he wasnt currently dating anyone. And he hadnt specifically come here to find himself an omega.

Some prideless aristocrats wanted to sell themselves as stallions to n.o.ble families that only had omegas, but Klopp wasnt such a lowly person. At the very least, he wanted to maintain his dignity as an individual and carve out his own life. Today, what he sought was not a decadent and low-minded relations.h.i.+p based on body and pheromones, but companions.h.i.+p with an individual who would recognize his expertise. And he was quite confident in it.

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