Pseudo-Villaines

Deaths

I'm sorry if the previous chapter got more messed up. To be honest, the author took some time to put together the right plot for this story. In addition, due to some busyness, my mind became easily distracted. Hopefully this chapter and the next chapters will be more fun and exciting.

Greetings, Author.

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One year just passed. Jean is 14 years old. Its height now reaches 170 cm. Pretty high compared to kids his age.

In addition to his developing physique, his strength and cultivation level had also increased. In fact, he had broken through to the sixth level. Of course, no one knew about this but himself.

Not only him, everything around him was also evolving. The White Wolves group became the most dominant group after the war between the Red Bear and the Black Horse was over. Their battle scars have not healed.

Charlotte, Selena, and Natasha are also really growing. In addition to their blooming chests, the height of the three also increased. Now, all three of them look very beautiful, well-educated, and authoritative.

But there is one person who seems to oppose the rules of the times. Aunt Cassie. Regardless of the time that passed, he did not look at all to grow old! In this year he has entered the age of 40 years but his face and body are like 30 years old!

However, despite all the news and good news, there is a dark cloud that erases the entire trail of fun. Uncle Hull is sick. Not an ordinary pain. It's a very severe pain.

Charlotte, Selena, and Aunt Cassie are looking for ways to speed up Uncle Hull's healing. They summoned many shamans, priests from the church, or others who had abilities in healing magic.

Charlotte also tries to heal the pain that befell Uncle Hull, but all her efforts fail. Not only Charlotte, but everyone who had tried also failed.

"That's it, all of you. No matter what and whom you call. The only thing that can lift my suffering is a miracle. That's also if.the magic is real."

That's what Uncle Hull said before he fell into a coma. Jean remembered it very much. The whole house was in a panic. Aunt Cassie and Charlotte cried all day.

So did Selena and the other workers. Although they did not cry, but their faces were gloomy. Everything is not even in the mood to do anything.

The news of Uncle Hull getting sick has been spread. Including the ears of competitors. They would obviously use this opportunity to do strange things. So Jean had deployed the White Wolf to watch over them all.

Even today, when Uncle Hull woke up from his coma, his entire family was still overwhelmed with grief. It really fits when juxtaposed with the cloudy weather now.

"jean....Mr. Hul."

Jean was in the kitchen when Selena talked to herself. Exactly, he could prepare food for Uncle Hull.

"Alright, I'll go to Uncle Hull's room. Selena, I'm leaving this job to you."

Selena nodded in silence. While Jean leaves with a tray filled with food for Hull's uncle, Selena takes Jean's place in the kitchen. Jean just shook her head to see it. Selena is also moody.

Jean walked straight through the hallway. The sun does not come in because it is cloudy. The wind was also blowing faster than usual. The drizzle also began to drizzle. Soon the rain will fall.

When Jean gets to Uncle Hull's doorstep, Jean knocks on him. When he heard Uncle Hull's weak voice from inside, he entered his room.

"J-jean...i-is it you?"

"Yes, uncle Hull. I'm right here."

"Ah..ternya-ta, I see. Haha."

Uncle Hull laughed weakly. He was pleased with Jean's presence. In fact, although Jean did not know it, Hull's uncle had considered Jean to be his son. He no longer cared about Samuel's fate even though he was his biological son. To Hull's uncle, Jean was his son.

"Jean.. it seems."

Jean, who was preparing to feed Uncle Hull, froze.

Jean clearly understood what Uncle Hull meant. But Jean shook her head a little.

"At least, eat first, uncle Hull."

Uncle Hull laughed. Jean fed him painstakingly. No one was in the room. Just the two of them.

While eating, Uncle Hull coughed several times so that the wheat porridge in his mouth was thrown everywhere. Jean patiently wiped Uncle Hull's face and fed him until the food ran out.

"Thank you....Jean. W-now..please get the paper in my desk drawer."

Jean goes to Uncle Hull's desk and opens the drawer. There was a piece of paper covered by an envelope. Jean wants to give it to Hull's uncle but he tells her to keep it.

"Jean. After seeing you big, I can relax. I left Charlotte, Cassie, and everything in my house. Thanks, Jean. Now.la-do it."

Without saying a word, Jean nodded. He stood up and picked up the pillow lying at Uncle Hull's feet.

Jean looked at Uncle Hull with a pushy look. Eyes glazed. She tried to hold back her cries but uncle Hull smiled to calm her down.

'It's okay. This is my wish.'

As if, Uncle Hull said that to Jean. The boy strengthened himself. Memories of him with uncle Hull, everything he had taught Jean, filled Jean's head.

With a very calm smile, uncle Hull said one thing.

"Thank you Jean. And.forgive me."

Jean immediately grabbed Uncle Hull's face with a pillow. There was no moaning, no moaning in pain. Uncle Hull's body only shook slightly and after that, was silent for good due to being out of breath.

That afternoon, after struggling for a year to fight his illness, in the cloudy weather, Hull's uncle was pronounced dead.