Chapter 102: The Story Behind
[TRIGGER WARNING: BULLYING]
The moment when Roby exposed his terrifying scar engraved deeply on his forehead which was hidden beneath his hair bangs, Kylian froze from shock and dread to witness it, as if his breath was hitched for a few seconds.
Even more than the scar, his painful smile was hard to look at, which made Kylian purse his lips before he asked in a trembling voice, "D-Did...Did Z-Zenith do that to you?"
"His boys did this to me...of course, under his watch." Roby slowly lowered his bangs down to cover his temple, however, his sad smile turned bitter when he narrated his story behind it.
"I belong from the bloodline where my ancestors were royal scholars, so...more or less everyone in my family has been blessed with gifted intelligence, including me. That’s how I qualified for the Elite Academy entrance exam with higher scores, hoping to graduate from here as a dignified student... But I didn’t know the hell that silver devil would make for me here.
"Since the day of my enrollment, they started bullying me just because I wasn’t physically stronger like his freaky gang of Alphas. Complaining to the Superintendent made me realize how biased the whole administration was towards Zenith, just because of his father’s powerful influence here. The day when they learned that my bloodline belonged from the ancestral noble scholars, his boys...wanted to cut open my forehead, stating the bullshit reason that they wanted to look at my brain..."
"T-That’s crazy! How could they do that to you!" An anxious shriek escaped from Kylian, however, none of the boys around them winced from his high pitch, as if they knew it would be the normal reaction for anyone once they heard Roby.
"Yes, that was the day when I realized...Zenith was a crazy, cold-hearted beast who permitted them to do that to me, just because he was bored and wanted to watch me writhe in misery." Roby clenched his jaws hard when his hoarse voice shivered a little.
His brown pupils had dilated, making the dread of that haunting memory still visible in his eyes, when he continued, "I was horrified for my life. I couldn’t understand what did I wrong to deserve that, but I begged Zenith to make him spare my life. But as expected, he didn’t bat an eye at my pleas. I still clearly remember the excruciating agony when his boys tied my arms and legs before they used a sharp glass cutter blade to slice open my forehead, apart from my loud, painful howls.