Raised in Dungeon

When he woke up that morning, Felicia told Allen to rest all day. Despite being asked to rest, Allen couldn't stop moving his body. So he did small exercises like squats, push-ups, pull-ups, etc. As he did so, he realized something was wrong with him. He took off his shirt and found a large shoulder scar.

"What is this?"

He then remembered the night Harald crushed his hands and shoulders.

"Is this Felicia's god's blessing?"

Of course, it couldn't be because if it were Felicia's, there wouldn't be such a big scar on his shoulder. Felicia's ability was not to heal but to rewind time within her garden. If Felicia had used her ability, there would have been no scar.

Unable to think of anything else, he gave up and decided to ask Felicia later.

Allen then looked at his chest and touched it.

"Isabelle..." muttered Allen.

There was no longer the Wolverlope family crest, proof that Isabelle and Allen's slave contract had ended. The last time he was with Isabelle, he was still a slave, which meant that Isabelle did not break the contract. So, the crest was gone because of Isabelle's death.

Thinking back to that night, Allen was angry again. His mind was furious, foggy, and filled with hateful resentment. A black aura came out of his body and surrounded it. Then Allen's scarf wrapped around his hands, forming a weapon.

Someone called out to him, "ALLEN!" from the door. It was Felicia.

"What are you doing?" The black aura that enveloped Allen slowly disappeared, and the weapons in his hands turned back into his scarves.

"Nothing," Allen said as he turned his face away.

"I see..." Felicia replied briefly. She wanted to ask but couldn't. Allen would definitely not answer her, and Allen would be unhappy if she asked.

"I told you to rest, but it seems like you didn't do what I told you to do!" Felicia immediately changed the subject, returning to her usual self.

"I just don't think it's necessary. I want to move my body a little."

Looking at Allen, who was not wearing a shirt, Felicia turned her body around again and then said,

"O-okay, whatever you want. I told the others that you're not awake yet, so at least don't come out of this room yet. If you do, I'll get scolded."

Felicia then closed the door and left.

Allen looked at his hands. He realized that sometimes he couldn't control his anger.

"Reig, what happened?" Allen asked.

Reig turned from a scarf into a small slime. He took out his hand and pointed at Allen's head.

"What?" asked Allen, who didn't understand what he meant.

Reig then comically showed that he couldn't explain it well. Then Reig turned into a goblin. The first goblin he absorbed.

"Allen... Angry... Power," Reig said in monster language.

Allen and Reig's conversations were always in monster language. Apart from the fact that they were used to saying it in that language, Allen also did it in case someone overheard his conversation.

When he discovered that Isabelle had overheard him talking to Reig, he suddenly became afraid; what if someone else heard him talking about something more secret? like his abilities, his mother, or his goal of killing Leofric.

"Anger and power?" asked Allen with a confused face.

Reig nodded, and then, after a few seconds, he turned back into the slime.

"Eh? That's it? Why don't you transform it longer and explain it to me? You don't want to explain it?"

Reig shook his head.

"So, you can't?"

Reig nodded.

"Does this mean you won't be able to shapeshift for long?"

Reig shook his head.

Allen then decided to think about the "anger and power" that Reig was referring to. and he had the answer in just a few minutes.

"Reig, if it's wrong, just shake your head, if it's right, nod."

"Perhaps, our unification happened because you ate the mana inside me?"

Reig nodded

"Then, when I get angry, something other than the mana inside me will increase, and you will feed on this anger to gain power? That's why you suddenly turned into a sword, to make me channel my anger into something?"

Reig nodded

"And then you can't shapeshift for a long time because I used too much of my mana to defy Isabelle's orders, forcing you to make me flee."

Reig nodded

He wanted to be angry with Reig for not listening to what he said—that he didn't want to leave Isabelle—as he ran away from her. But Reig chose to listen to Isabelle because he knew that if they stayed there, Allen would die.

"Thank you, Reig."

Instead of getting angry, he chose to say thank you. Reig's actions at that time were the best; if he had decided to stay there, he would probably have been killed by that person.

"I'm just weak. If I had been stronger back then, I might have been able to get Isabelle out of there."

...

The next morning. Rachel prepared new clothes for Allen. It was a scorching day, but Allen asked Rachel to give him warm and closed clothes. Allen said since he came to the house, he has felt very "cold."

Rachel was wearing clothes slightly different from the ones she wore at Isabelle's house. She wore maid clothes that were a bit more luxurious than what she was used to.

"Lord Boldenville asked you to dine with them," Rachel said.

"Felicia's father?"

"That's right. Please, in front of the lord, behave yourself. This is not the same as Earl Wolverlope's house."

Allen ignored her; after all, he had no intention of messing anything up.

Boldenville's house looked more luxurious than Wolverlope's. The window curtains were thicker, completely blocking the sunlight from outside. As Allen walked behind Rachel through the dining room, many maids opened the curtains. Some were wiping the vases in the corridor, located beside the doors of the rooms, and some were wiping the floor.

Upon seeing Rachel, the maids would stop cleaning for a while and bow their heads slightly to greet her.

The maids' faces didn't look too happy; some looked tired. Then some of them looked at Allen with disgusted faces. The atmosphere in this house made Allen feel even colder because it felt very different from the one in Isabelle's house.

In Isabelle's house, the maids who worked looked very cheerful; no one looked depressed, and all of them greeted passers-by with a smile (except Iskaria).

Could it be because Isabelle's house isn't as flashy and luxurious as this person's? They probably don't like striking things as much as I do, or so Allen thought.

After walking for about half a minute, they arrived at the dining room.

"Good morning, Lord Boldenville. May God and the angels bless the Boldenville family. I have brought the child as you requested," Rachel greeted.

The dining room had no doors. There were two gates into the dining room that had beautiful and intricate floral carvings; where Allen entered was the east gate, while the other gate was the west gate. To the north of the dining room was a fireplace that was not lit at the moment, while to the east, there was a large window with a gold cover. The dining room was no less luxurious than Isabelle's workroom. The roof had a circular slope; on the top was a painting of a strange scene Allen didn't understand, and the floor was covered by a thick and soft red carpet, similar to the one Isabelle had in her room. Even the walls were red; everything in the room looked red.

Then, in the center, there was an oval and long white dining table made of glass, covered by a red table mat. On the table were many types of glass with gold decorations. then plates with the same food.

On each side of the table were ten chairs. Four on the left, four on the right, and one on the other two sides. At that time, there were five people at the table.

"So this is that kid. As I heard, you really have black hair," said Reynold, sitting at the far side alone.

According to Rachel's request, Allen pinned a few strands of his white hair into the bandana he was wearing, so that even if it was slightly visible, no one would think it was white hair. Even so, everyone in that room recognized Allen's white hair.

except for one person in the room.

"Are you sure you want to let this slum boy into your house, sir?"

He was the personal knight of Lord Boldenville. Wulfgeat Gilot Petley, a twenty-year-old knight with short orange hair and brown eyes. Allen was asked to hide his hair because of the presence of this person.

"Watch your mouth, Wulfgeat; as I said, he is my guest," said Felicia, sitting on the left, along with her mother.

"Oooh... I'm sorry, my lady. However, as a nobleman and knight, I feel bad if you make a peasant one of your friends. Moreover, a former slave." Wulfgeat replied with a smug tone.

"Wulfgeat, we're eating; please talk about that later," said Ayde, Felicia's mother.

Then another person was sitting next to Wulfgeat, who looked uncomfortable at the table. He didn't listen to the debate and just ate while bowing his head.

a woman dressed in a white fire church gown.

Allen knew who she was.

She was the person Allen met for the first time. And also the person who made Allen curse his mother.

"It's been a long time, Miss Lavinia. Hate to see you're still alive HAPPILY."

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