Vampire Prince Trapped Into a Hunter
Chapter 26 – A FAMILY THAT IS NOT WARM
One that I can deduce after going through the days as Arnoria Rosechild.
A monotonous life that is really boring.
What's more, a really cold family feel.
It's very different from what I felt when living together with Arcia.
Luxurious dishes are served everywhere on the table just for breakfast.
Fantastic amount that I would never have gotten during my time as a Viar.
However, at this spacious dining table there were only two people who occupied it, me and Arno's father, Lehman Rosechild.
From the beginning the number of members of the Arno family was indeed small.
He only has one brother.
That's also Kak Dahlia, Arno's brother, did not come out of his room at all because he could not cure his trauma completely if faced with many people.
It was not that this place was completely deserted as the flocks of servants in a state of standby swarmed around in order to wait for orders from the master.
The mother was busy taking care of the family hunter guild as a leader.
Really feel a very cold family gathering.
“Arnoria, I heard you visited your friends' funeral procession yesterday?”
The man who showed a reflection of Arno's adult form with his handsome face like a heavenly bidadara just asked me.
“Ya, there you go.”
“What happened?”
“There is nothing special. I just attended his funeral and went home.”
Lehman suddenly put the knife and fork he held neatly beside his plate and then rubbed his mouth with a napkin with an elegant appearance, before then continued to talk to me.
“Lantas who's the girl named Arcia?”
This guy's watching me.
No, this guy was really watching his son Arnoria Rosechild's every move.
She must have asked that since knowing that at the funeral, I interacted a lot with Arcia, Viar's sister.
Now I know why Arno always held her back.
It was because he knew that his father was always watching him.
Without the father knowing that it is also one of the causes of the emergence of psychic wounds on the mental Arno.
“Do I have to answer that question, Dad? Since without telling you, I already know everything, right?”
The father then looked at me closely, looking down at my facial expression.
As a former national actor, he must have been great at reading people's moves.
A little misbehaving, he could have known that I wasn't his real son.
Naturally, it makes me very nervous.
“Hahahahahahaha. Thas right. But I certainly want to hear it directly from the mouth of my own son. Besides Dad's been curious since I heard her brother is your best friend and you even play to their house.”
“Viar is a good friend, Dad. And of course I am saddened by his sudden passing.”
It was at that moment that the middle-aged man's expression suddenly sharpened.
“So, how will my son overcome his grudge?”
As if her eyes were cameras recording all my movements, I was really uncomfortable with Arno's father.
He seems to be judging.
He did an assessment of what his unique son would do.
He actually knew what Arno would answer like.
But I choose not to answer like that.
“There is nothing a child like me can do against such a dangerous organization. As a student, my steps are limited. I can now only prepare myself well to become a more reliable hunter by studying more vigorously in the academy.”
Reasons clear.
If I will live in the future as Arno, from now on I have to change little by little the image of the Arnoria Rosechild pushover.
“So apparently. That nice. I think given your nature, you would think of such a thing as trying to find their whereabouts so that it would jeopardize the family position.”
She smiled at me looking friendly on the outside with her always charming smile.
Perhaps if expressed in one sentence, there was no empathy at all visible from the gaze of his eyes.
Yes, it is only natural that it will come from parents who caused the birth of a strange child named Arnoria Rosechild who to the point of having a view of flawed heroism.
He also contributed in creating Arno's pushover attitude.
In a state of confusion to seek help when he saw his brother badly injured after being bullied, both the father and the mother, only care about the image of the family.
The bullies who in fact are business partners, they choose to forgive him in order to keep the business relationship and consider the bullying only as a reasonable children's dispute.
They are more concerned with the top position than losing strength even though the psychological trauma of the child should be the payment.
Then Arno, who was left to see it all, grew up to be someone who had a high spirit of justice to crack down on what his parents were trying to ignore.
When the child needs protection from his parents, the parent teaches the child to keep smiling in front of his enemy.
Slowly, Arno has become accustomed to killing his own feelings because it is often taught that being angry in the presence of an enemy means defeat.
He who used to restrain his emotions also grew into an ambiguous person in rejecting the injustice he saw happening before his own eyes.
And it became an attitude of excessive altruism in which in the end he chose to sacrifice himself rather than endure the pain of helplessness of seeing others tormented.
It was because he had gotten used to holding back his feelings.
Arno thought it was at least okay if he was the one who was injured if it could save others who should have been hurt.
“Where might that happen, Dad. Hahaahahaha. I know very well to the point where our family's boundaries can handle it as great as any of the Rosechild family's current positions.”
I also responded to his comment awkwardly.
The middle-aged man smiled back at me.
It was really very similar to Arno's sincere smile, but the nuance was completely the opposite.
It was a gentle smile on the outside, but it felt very cold.
“This is my son. I'm proud of you, Arnoria.”
Even after what his son had just experienced, all he asked were questions about what I was going to do in the future.
Isn't it in a situation where his son has just come out of a calamity, what is natural a father would first ask is a question like ‘are you okay’ or something?
I feel sorry for Arno.
Even though he lived in luxury, he could not feel the name of affection at all.
***
“Butler, how is the development of the search Granny Arcia?”
After taking Arno's identity, it means that now I have to dispose of Viar's identity.
However, there is one problem that I cannot ignore.
That is how the fate of Arcia who is now a kara after I leave.
I also investigated the origin of Arcia's birth by utilizing the power possessed by the Rosechild family.
One good thing about this family, which, although very lacking in family gentleness, is its wealth and power.
Many things are easy to do if you have money and power.
“This is the report, Young Master.”
Then I got a surprising fact.
Arcia was born from a pair of elopement between a poor orphaned commoner youth and a woman who came from a wealthy noble family from a family of ancient magic users.
What surprised me was that the mother never told her family even when she was pregnant and gave birth to Arcia until the end of their lives because of the plague caused by poverty.
There is nothing on the part of the father who is without a family, but it is different from the mother.
That means the mother's family had no knowledge of Arcia's whereabouts.
And in the report presented by the butler, it is written that there is still a relative on the mother's side who is still alive.
It was the mother of the mother, in other words the grandmother of Arcia.
How would the grandmother react if she knew she still had a grandchild?
Depending on his response, it would determine the fate of Arcia in the future.
If she turns out to reject the granddaughter who came from that disapproved marriage, I'm also ready to be Arcia's guardian.
Legally, I am not old enough to be a guardian, but what can't be done with money and power in this world?
I have decided the next step I need to take before the registration for the entrance examination of the Indonesian National Hunter Academy (AHNI), which is to meet with Arcia's grandmother, Litana Magus.
