10. Temple
"Zhan let's go and play before the teacher comes," Simon said and grabbed Zhan's hand dragging him.
Zhan only smiled at his brother even though he has to go to the temple, for now, he will delay that and focus on his brother
Ten years, he and his brother had lost ten years of their life.
Zhan played with his brother to his heart's content, till they both collapsed on the ground.
'"young masters."
Zhan's smile and cheerfulness suddenly vanished when he heard that voice, he saw another person on his kill list.
The head butler Dylan Roy.
He looked young and more energetic, in his last life he was the person who was smiling when his brother was brutally killed and he was the one who threw his brother's body to feed the dogs.
Dylan came to them and helped Simon to stand up brushed his clothes, even though Zhan wanted to pull his brother back and cut off the Butler's hand for touching his brother he had to control himself.
Next, Dylan dusted Zhan's clothes, "young master your nanny has been looking for you how can you make her worry so much"
Zhan is currently a six-year-old child and this bastard is saying that Zhan should behave like a full-grown adult.
"I was just playing with my brother how is that supposed to be a reason for Anyone, Mr. Roy?."
Zhan's clear and firm voice shocked Dylan for a moment Zhan's gaze was clear and he looked like an experienced person his gaze wasn't of an innocent child.
"Are you saying that I should sit back in the house Instead of enjoying my childhood? Perhaps poor people like you won't understand but I am someone who has this luxury."
Zhan said and smiled innocently before grabbing his brother's hand walking inside the house.
Dylan's reaction was amazing Zhan wonders how will Dylan look when he will be near his death the thought excites Zhan a lot.
"Zhan are you ready to go to the temple with me?"
Zhan smiled and nodded while his brother ran away because he didn't want to be dragged to the temple.
Once he sat in the carriage which moved through the path he was familiar with, the same where he was dragged and humiliated, all the people who he saw were the people for who he had wish prosperity and wanted to serve them.
Yet these people didn't think twice before calling him a traitor and now they all look so happy and cheerful, Zhan couldn't bear to see any of these people happy, ruin their happiness.
"Zhan, your birthday s coming soon is there anything you want?"
Zhan smiled, "o can't think of anything right now mom, I will tell you when I will decide."
Irene smiled, "my Zhan is sensible, I am happy that you are not greedy."
If only this woman knew what was Zhan's intentions.
Once they reached the temple, Zhan felt chills run down his spine, his mother helped him to get down and walked inside the temple with him.
Zhan walked to the temple of goddess Ankh and saw the magnificent statue of the goddess which had once been destroyed and near her feet stood the very Oracle who had predicted his future, Silas.
"Welcome, Duchess." As usual, the blind Oracle didn't even turn around and knew that someone was there.
"Good morning Silas." Irene greeted him followed but Zhan.
Silas smiled and stepped aside as Irene's and Zhan prayed to the goddess and offered some fruits to her.
After his prayer was one Zhan walked towards Zhan, Silas was tall compare to him.
But Silas smiled and patted his head," I know the path you have chosen."
Zhan expected this he wasn't even surprised anymore if someone like Silas knows all about his plans.
" It's tough, your inner battles will be more difficult than the outer battles, never let yourself go astray."
"In understand, Silas thank you."
"Then goddess indeed favors you."
"Zhan let's go," Irene said and grabbed Zhan's hand before walking out of the temple.
Once they were seated in the carriage Zhan spoke, "mother I have decided what I want for my birthday."
"What is it, Zhan?"
Author's note: I swear to god my BP becomes high when I write about that Butler
"I wish for the Third Prince and his mother to attend my birthday party.
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