The day Father decided to send his complete pureblood legitimate son to <Esteban School>.
That evening, when he’d succumbed to violence and threats and fully realized his position, Sarka refused to sit at the dining table with his father and his human stepmother.
When Sarka refused to come down in the end, that unnecessarily compassionate human woman sent dinner up to Sarka’s room.
Sarka sent the meal back down without touching it.
The next day morning, and even by lunch, when the meals sent up to Sarka’s room came back down without any sign of being touched, Father finally came up to his room.
Sarka, who had been sitting on the windowsill looking outside, watched his father looking down at him quietly, then slowly got up and came down.
When Sarka stood with proper etiquette albeit slowly, only then did Allend open his mouth.
“……Are you protesting that you’d rather starve to death than go to a human school?”
Sarka looked up at his father blankly and blinked.
“……That method existed too. Thank you for informing me.”
Allend frowned and looked down at his son, then commanded coldly.
“Come down.”
Sarka was silent for a moment. After taking one breath, Sarka retorted like a sigh.
“……If you seat the dog you’re raising at the dining table, won’t the Hütivras etiquette be evaluated as senseless?”
Allend, who had been looking down at his son with a frown, commanded coldly.
“If you won’t come down, starve.”
Sarka lowered his eyes obediently.
“I will submit to Father’s words. Even if my appearance becomes hideous, please don’t let your heart soften.”
Allend looked down at his son with cold eyes, turned his body, and left.
Sarka didn’t look back at his father.
That evening. The servants came up with food.
Sarka, who was still sitting on the windowsill looking outside, turned his head slowly.
Sarka, who had been looking down at the plate blankly, asked indifferently.
“Who sent it?”
The servant who had been reading the mood hesitated and answered.
“The Madam……”
“Take it back.”
Sarka commanded briefly and turned his head.
At the sight of Sarka looking outside again, the servants looked at each other in difficulty. Finally, a middle-aged woman came forward.
The butler who stood in front of Sarka with a cautious attitude spoke in a coaxing tone.
“Young master, please don’t do this…… Don’t you know? If it’s a meal sent up by the Madam, the Master won’t say much either. The Madam earnestly implored us before leaving to make sure you eat by any means necessary. Please, consider our situation too……”
Sarka slowly turned his head to look back at her.
The butler had gently placed her hand on the edge of the windowsill where Sarka sat and bent her upper body to meet his eyes.
When their eyes met, the butler smiled awkwardly and asked earnestly.
“Even if just for my sake…… I’m asking you like this.”
“……”
Sarka looked at her face blankly for a moment.
Sarka, who had been staring at the butler with eyes gentle as if coaxing a small child, slowly turned his head.
Sarka scanned the servants’ faces one by one with an expressionless face.
Confirming the eyes of the servants looking down at him with awkward smiles as if asking, Sarka felt disillusioned.
Thinking the household culture would be different from Leogrante, he’d tolerated and endured whatever the servants did, and they seemed to have taken Sarka for a lenient young master.
A red light seeped into Sarka’s eyes as he looked blankly at the servants’ attitude of acting coquettishly as if coaxing a small child.
The moment the butler hesitated at Sarka’s gaze that had turned cold.
“……!!”
Along with the sound of swallowing breath, all the servants’ knees buckled at once.
As their forcibly dominated bodies were made to kneel on the floor, bewilderment rose on the servants’ faces.
The bloodlines of the servants working at the prestigious Hütivras estate weren’t that low. They stiffened at their bodies being dominated so they couldn’t even lift a finger, not just human blood or mudblood but even servants of mixed blood grade or higher.
Over the frozen servants, a cold voice fell quietly.
“……Impertinent and arrogant things.”
The faintly accented Leogrante intonation held an eerie power. The servants’ faces hardened.
Sarka pressed down the words between his teeth and rebuked sternly.
“The household’s <heir> has decided to starve his son, yet you dare make light of your master’s command?”
At the sharp rebuke, the servants swallowed their saliva.
Sarka looked around at the kneeling servants’ eyes one by one and interrogated coldly.
“Who is the <master> of this house?
My father, or the human woman owned by my father?”
“……”
No one could answer.
Red light flashed again in Sarka’s eyes as he looked down coldly at the servants who couldn’t open their mouths.
“……!!”
The servants’ heads were uniformly bowed and their foreheads were forcibly touched to the floor. The prostrated servants who couldn’t even budge froze as they felt Sarka’s domination begin to seize their respiratory organs.
In front of Sarka, a complete pureblood, the servants’ bodies were almost no different from humans. Fear rose on the servants’ faces as they realized they couldn’t breathe.
Looking down at the backs of the servants gasping with their breathing forcibly stopped, Sarka narrowed his eyes.
A voice sunken in disillusionment and fury fell quietly.
“I overlooked things that had learned neither etiquette nor discipline, and you take the household hierarchy lightly and try to defile it.
I’ve spoiled you lowly things badly.”
At the chillingly sunken whisper, the servants’ faces were soaked with cold sweat.
Sarka’s eyes flashed red.
Screams burst from the servants’ mouths, then instantly disappeared inside their forcibly closed mouths.
“……!! ……!!!”
The servants writhed and struggled with all their muscles twisted, but all their screams were only drowned inside their bodies.
Sarka looked down expressionlessly at the servants’ backs heaving soundlessly.
After a while, when the domination was released, rough breaths burst from the servants’ mouths.
None of the gasping servants dared to raise their heads.
It wasn’t uncommon for masters in pureblood families to scold their inferiors in this manner, but the servants of this estate were accustomed to serving Allend, who was lenient even to low-bloodline servants due to his human wife’s influence.
The servants frozen at the unfamiliar punishment didn’t move even after the domination was withdrawn and trembled while prostrate.
Sarka quietly looked down at the servants who didn’t dare meet his eyes, then commanded in a whisper with a low voice.
“Before I carve out your kneecaps and make you crawl on the ground, remove that from my sight.”
The servants who instinctively knew that warning was sincere stood up hastily.
The servants cleared the table with trembling hands and hurriedly withdrew from the room.
Sarka didn’t look back at them.
When Allend learned how Sarka had scolded the servants, he was predictably enraged.
The door opened, and a rigidly stiff Allend walked in unhesitatingly.
Sarka, who had been sitting on the windowsill, looked up at his father with a dry gaze.
Allend’s eyes looking down at his son were cold.
They both knew he no longer had any thought of coaxing or persuading his son.
The two who had crossed the boundary line with Esteban School as the catalyst had fully recognized their feelings toward each other and no longer hesitated to attack each other’s most fatal points.
From the moment they opened the door to violence by exchanging insults and blows, they weren’t father and son but mortal enemies. Now it was just an endless repetition of power struggles.
Sarka came down slowly and stood before his father.
When he showed proper etiquette albeit with an insincere attitude, Allend commanded stiffly.
“Everyone out.”
The servants withdrew soundlessly and closed the door.
When only the two remained, Allend immediately raised his cane and struck his son’s cheek without hesitation.
It was merciless violence. Sarka’s face whipped around and he staggered half a step.
“……”
He felt blood pooling in his mouth. After a moment of silence, Sarka was about to spit out the blood, but swallowed it down his throat thinking marks would remain on the carpet. If they saw bloodstains on the carpet, the servants who came in later would know what had happened.
He was a man who cared enough about violence suffered by the servants to get this angry, but had not even a shred of hesitation in directly wielding violence to inflict pain on his own son.
He’d known this, but he didn’t like the fact being publicly displayed in front of the inferiors. Sarka silently swallowed the blood that kept pooling.
Anyway, if he used his healing power, it was a wound that would disappear in the time it took to take one breath. Even so, he couldn’t heal it right away. When the heir had decided to punish his son, it was rude to arbitrarily nullify that result.
Sarka endured the pain silently in silence. The area around his cheekbone was already torn and swelling, and his cheek burned. It was a miracle his teeth weren’t damaged.
Only after swallowing several times until blood no longer pooled in his mouth did Sarka slowly open his mouth.
“……Surprisingly, I don’t feel as humiliated as the first time.
Would you like to try once more? I’m curious whether I’ll keep adapting.”
Allend looked down at his son coldly, then commanded toward outside the door.
“Bring it in.”
The door opened. Servants entered carrying food trays.
Sarka hesitated for a moment, then turned the injured side away from the servants’ sight and quietly healed his cheek.
He knew it was rude behavior, but he didn’t want to stand there looking like he’d been beaten like a dog in front of the inferiors. Sarka, who had quietly erased at least the torn marks on the outside, expressionlessly wiped away the bloodstains with the back of his hand.
Allend waited in silence, looking down at his son while the servants set the table.
When a table for one was set on the table, Allend commanded in a coldly falling voice.
“Eat.”
“……”
It was an attitude like telling a dog to eat food thrown on the ground. Sarka didn’t move at all.
Allend, looking down at his silent son, sneered coldly.
“I believe I heard you say you would submit to my words.”
“……”
Sarka slowly raised his head and looked up at his father with an expression that said he didn’t even want to speak.
Allend, looking straight down at his son’s gaze filled with disillusionment, warned coldly.
“If you don’t eat, I’ll force-feed you.”
Sarka laughed shortly.
Sarka, looking straight up at his father, answered languidly.
“……Try it. I’m looking forward to it.”
“……”
Allend looked down at his son for a moment with a cold gaze.
Meeting that gaze directly, Sarka felt faint interest.
There were quite a few servants and among them were men with much better physiques than Sarka, but for vampires, weight class was meaningless. Even if dozens of servants with insignificant bloodlines rushed at him all at once, they couldn’t touch a single hair on complete pureblood Sarka’s head.
At best, the only one who could be a match was his father, a fellow complete pureblood.
Are you planning to grab me like a thug yourself and put a funnel in my mouth to pour it in?
It was an unimaginable sight, but if he did that, it would truly be a new experience.
Perhaps his half-abandoned brain had gone mad, but Sarka even felt faint pleasure. Now that humiliation had become familiar, it seemed only curiosity remained.
Sarka looked up at his father with interest, with an expression that said he was genuinely looking forward to it.
After a moment, Allend opened his mouth.
Surprisingly, what his father chose was a much more traditional but equally cruel method.
