Chapter 373: The Blue Blood (1)
The first flower to bloom in the spring was blue. Spring had come to the world where the Constellation Murderer lived. He looked up the flower bud that matched the color of his eyes. In his homeland, yellow flowers[1] bloomed earliest. Or perhaps they were pink[2]. However, he had forgotten the spring of his homeland. For Lefanta Aegim, spring was now only blue.
The Constellation Murderer touched the petals with his pale fingertips.
“What should one do to avoid becoming a Constellation? Constellations should no longer decide what people’s lives are like. For ordinary people, Constellations are far too strong. Merely by existing, they make people alter their fates to their own liking. As such, people run away from things they should take responsibility for...”
The Constellation Murderer trailed off, not because he doubted his own logic, but because a buzzing honeybee, enchanted by the scent of the flower, landed on his fingernail. He gazed at the bee’s wings for a long time, then stroked the bee slowly.
The honeybee mistook his stroking for an attack and immediately stung his finger. The venom of an insect, which didn’t have the concept of goodwill, was strong. It brewed within the insect throughout its life and seeped deep into Lefanta Aegim’s flesh.
That was about it. Having lost its only reason for existence, the honeybee soon fell to the ground, trembling and unaware that the venom was also capable of killing itself.
The Constellation Murderer could have easily neutralized the insect’s venom with his aura, but he didn’t. With his blue eyes, he only looked down at the swollen flesh where a mere insect had planted its venom dart.
“I see. I should have a child.”
The Constellation Murderer turned his head. He was standing in a noble family’s garden. Lefanta Aegim, chosen by the Goddess of Protection to become emperor, had renounced the throne and was wandering many worlds. He had been staying in this world longer than planned. Why? Perhaps it was because he had grown fond of the garden.
An unknown maid that scooped up soil was working here. Only when the Constellation Murderer came near did she feel his presence and lift her head.
“What is it? Is there anything I can do for you, sir?” she asked.
The maid’s eyes were red. The noble family she served had received a favor from the Constellation Murderer. One of the children held hostage by a Constellation was the noble family’s young lady, so the family treated him as a distinguished guest. The maid also showed him proper respect, but he assumed that wasn’t the only reason.