Although he is a spoiled child, he still has the cultivation and self-esteem of being an aristocratic person

I don't know if my pen is strong enough to show this, I hope ......

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Holy Grail 2 (Reversed): Fragile affection.

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Malfoy Manor, England

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"So ......"

The long voice seemed to show that it was just trying to attract attention, and Riddle looked at Draco in front of him, his slightly narrowed blood-colored eyes as if he was considering something, "Are you upset and hate her right now?" ”

The magnetic voice has a unique rhythm that belongs to young people, and it seems to be intoxicating just by listening to it—no matter how cold and calm the tone is.

"Of course!"

Children's memories are short-lived, even if he was scared and shivered before, Draco didn't hesitate to return at this moment, "because it's not fair." ”

"Oh?"

The slightly raised tone showed Riddle's interest at the moment, and looked at Draco, who didn't seem to know what stimulation he had at the moment and dared to look up directly at him, Riddle curled the corners of his lips, "Why?" ”

"Even though they were the same age, I was expelled and she stayed. Obviously, in your eyes, she is more noble than mine. ”

Stubbornly tilting his head, completely ignoring his father's anxious color on the side, Draco's gaze swept over Opal, who seemed to be completely unaware of the place, and then turned back, "You're just a nobleman. You can make my father respectful, but that doesn't mean I have to acknowledge that girl for it. You're you, that girl is that girl, isn't it! ”

The deep turquoise blue eyes flashed with pride in the blood flowing in his body—the pride unique to being a young master of a family.

"Are you looking at a challenge?"

Riddle, who had thought he would hear something funny, seemed a little lacking in interest because he heard lines that were not unexpected at all.

"It's not a challenge, it's just a demand for fairness."

Taking a deep breath, Draco's gaze went straight to Opal, "I was going to introduce her to my father, just because I was surprised by her last name, it doesn't mean I recognized ......"

"In that case, why ......"

Blood-colored eyes narrowed slightly, Riddle cut off Draco's words, and his raised words ended with a hint of mockery, "Why don't you do it now?" ”

"Huh?"

Seemingly completely stunned by Riddle's words, Draco repeated stupidly, "Do it?" ”

"Since you think her status is not as noble as yours, and you don't agree with her, then ......"

Sitting back in his seat, Riddle lifted a hand and patted Opal's head lightly, looking at Draco's eyes with mockery written in disdain, "Why don't you do it...... What about killing her? ”

It's just a spoiled aristocratic child, who likes it or hates it.

Because they didn't even plan the series of actions after that "hate" to say the word out of their mouths, and they chose the words at random based on their own moods, typical childlike willfulness.

Unlike this child, who treats no one (except him) with the same calmness, and has no way of knowing whether he likes it or hates it - in this case, it seems that he has never really seen Opal really "hate" a person and say the word. Miscellaneous......

Because he instantly stiffened when he heard the unexpected words, the momentum of arrogance just now was still frozen on his face, and with his stammering expression at the moment, he looked extremely stunned.

Looking at his current expression, you can see that he is just a guy with a mouth and no guts. Although he was clamoring for a lot, he couldn't do anything when he really wanted to do it.

In the end, this kind of consciousness can only become a "Death Eater", and may be able to stand at the top of this group, but it cannot go further. But also, after all, it's just the blood of the Malfoy family.

And for small children, the meaning of the word "death" is too heavy.

Presumably, it is a child like Opal who, because of the inheritance, regards "death" as part of the cycle of life, and does not escape or pursue it.

A sneer flashed in his blood-red eyes, and Riddle adjusted to a more comfortable position in his position.

"You...... Haven't you ever killed anyone? ”

The tone is flat and the voice is soft, as if he is just saying "the weather is nice today".

"Huh?"

"Haven't you killed a mudblood or a Muggle?"

Ignoring the "you're crazy" gaze of the young master who was stupid by his question, Riddle just asked the question that he dared to be interested in.

Opal, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows without a trace, thinking about the corresponding message.

If you look at it that way, Riddle is ...... Purebloods?

It's a bit of a hassle......

But forget it, anyway, she can't be regarded as a "person" in the real sense, right?

The pigeon's blood-red eyes darkened slightly, and then returned to their usual clarity, and Opal quietly watched everything in front of her that seemed like a farce - how could she not see that Riddle was probably just amusing it at the moment, so he was playing cat and mouse?

Therefore, if it is not your own business, it is good to stand by and watch it coldly.

The current situation probably has something to do with the conversation that took place in the evening, but it doesn't matter, I'm already conscious anyway.

Riddle is no good type.

That's something she's known for a long time.

But again, Riddle is Riddle, isn't he?

When she needs to make a move, Opal naturally won't hesitate, but now......

Opal had to admit that the little young master with a colorful expression on his face at the moment, and the nobleman with an ugly face behind him, were indeed very entertaining.

Is this man crazy?

Frightened by the calm words, Draco turned to his father's eyes for help, only to find that his father, who had been proud and graceful in his memory, looked even more terrified than he was.

That's right, it's "fear".

"Lucius, don't you know that Duke Dark doesn't need a 'pure' 'Death Eater'?"

Finally, as Draco was about to collapse from the suffocation that lay beneath the calm, Riddle whispered—just loud enough for the boy and his father in front of him to hear.

Then, with the corners of his mouth raised, he gracefully propped up one hand on his chin and laid down the last straw that had broken the camel's back, "And there is such a thing as being hostile to my chosen heir......"

Although the words are not complete, the hidden meaning of the words is to make the person who hears it cold from head to toe.

[Riddle?] ]

Delusion? Or was Riddle really calling her?

Feeling bored, he turned his attention back to Opal in the photo of the event, and looked up at the two men who were already in a sluggish state.

The strange and deep ominous blood color, and the clear and clean pigeon's blood red.

The two reds, which are obviously completely different, are perfectly overlapping in the eyes of the Malfoy family father and son at this moment.

“！”

After digesting Riddle's words, the two of them showed shocked and inexplicable expressions, respectively.

"Lucius, you did disappoint me a little."

Riddle glanced at Lucius, whose body was already completely stiff, "After I already told you, you haven't even taught your son how to kill?" ”

Homicide?!

"Crazy...... Lunatic! ”

Draco, who had been in a state of brain freeze because the situation was too sudden, finally regained his autonomy at this moment, his dark Turkish blue eyes flashed with horror, and after giving Riddle the definition he thought he thought, he immediately ran to his father's side, "Daddy! This man is already crazy! Hurry up and call someone! ”

Lucius didn't move—or rather, he didn't dare to move at all.

Seeing that Lucius didn't react, Draco immediately turned around and ran towards the door trying to call for help: "Goyle! Krober! ”

What the hell is going on!

Somehow, a person turned out to be a madman, and said that he wanted him to kill someone or something...... Tut!

It's a dream, it's a dream!

The scream, which had become sharp because of the fear seeping into it, made Riddle frown: "It's noisy. ”

It's just a declarative sentence that's calm.

Opal, who had put the album back down, immediately turned his head in the direction of Draco, who was trying to break away, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The original shrill sound immediately disappeared, and Draco stumbled under his feet, tripped his left foot and fell directly to the ground with his right foot. He turned his head in horror and clutched his throat in disbelief.

O Merlin! This is...... Wandless magic?!

And the two spells "Langlock" (deadbolt throat sealing) and "Locomotor.Mortis" (leg stiffness and death) are fired in a row?!

Lucius, who had seen the whole process clearly, almost popped out of his sockets.

"Goyle? Crabbe? ”

Nodding his head in satisfaction with the effect of Opal's spell, and after touching her hair appreciatively, Riddle's gaze swept over Draco, who was now terrified, and his expression was calm and leaned back in his place, "What a familiar name...... How are they? ”

"It's ...... Very good...... Waited for the owner to come back...... Like me...... Been waiting for ......"

Lucius's voice trembled, causing Draco, who had pinned his hopes on him, to look at his father in surprise.

Then his eyes widened—for the man he called "Father" was looking terrified.

Drops of cold sweat were sliding down his cheeks, twisted with fear.

"Is that ......?"

Noncommittal words made Lucius even more panicked at the moment.

"Yes, yes! Because we ...... We are all faithful servants of your master! ”

Looking at Lucius's honestly frightened face, Riddle's eyes darkened slightly, and he thought of something.

"Then as long as it is my order, you will carry it out in its entirety without any disobedience?"

There was a slight tap on the armrest of the seat, and the slight sound was like a death knell to Lucius.

"When, of course!"

It's like an oath.

"So ......"

In a nonchalant tone as if joking, blood-red eyes looked at Draco who couldn't move on the side, "Kill him, Lucius." ”

Relaxed and calm, as if he were merely telling his servants to make dinner—perhaps with the urge to see a good show?

“！”

The body of the man with the long platinum-blond hair trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

"Dad...... Father? ”

Fearing being named, he looked at his father for help, and the next second Draco was horrified by the man's distorted expression that didn't look like a human at all.

Even if he didn't understand what the young man was saying, he sensed that something ominous was about to happen.

"The devil brought him to the mountains, and showed him the nations of the world and the splendor of the nations......

Riddle turned his gaze to the darkened canopy outside the window of the reception room, and whispered the words he saw from Viviense's Bible, "and said, 'If you worship me, it's all yours.'" ”

Then he turned his head slowly, and saw his servant trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

"Everything is yours, as long as the faithful servants of the Duke of Darkness continue to crawl at his feet......"

The light tone was flat, and the slightly suppressed voice had a bewitching flavor, "Opal is my chosen heir. Lucius, you...... What do you think? ”

"Lord...... ...... hosts"

Lucius struggled, his gaze wandering from his son to Riddle's seat before turning back to the ground.

You can see what he's weighing.

Once the so-called family affection is involved, even his faithful servants cannot avoid the vulgar beginning to waver.

It's just that, if this is the kind of family affection that Muggles sing about, why would "that man" leave his mother and him like that, and leave without hesitation?

Disgusting hypocrisy.

The feeling of irritability welled up in the thought of the past, and Riddle frowned slightly—a sign of displeasure in the eyes of a platinum-haired man.

Then, with a smile on his face, he watched as his servant drew his wand from his crutches, and slowly, step by step, walked towards the boy whose face had begun to turn blue because he had realized something......

And the boy could already be said to have a desperate look at the moment, but he still stared at his father firmly, and his eyes were pleading......

What do you pray? What about the so-called "family affection"?

Riddle scoffed at this.

If you don't work hard to get a chance on your own, you can't even grasp the key points. What a disappointment......

-- All the nations of the world, the glory of all nations. If you worship me, it's all yours.

Look, in the face of the temptation to stand at the top of power, the so-called "family affection" is so worthless.

This is the truth of this world.

[Riddle?] Uncomfortable? ]

A voice of concern rang in his head.

Looking down, the first thing to meet was the pigeon's blood-red eyes with concern and worry.

Unpretentious, sincere, and only crying for him, this kid.

His gaze turned to Lucius.

The servant with a pale face and a crumbling body, but the tip of the wand flashed a miserable green, and the light was directed at the boy, and his expression was horrified.

-- All the nations of the world, the glory of all nations. If you worship me, it's all yours.

Family and power.

Which side his servant would choose was entirely expected by him.

Suddenly, there was some excitement.

"Alright, Lucius."

Gently tugging at one of the corners of his lips, Riddle propped up his chin and said in an idle tone, "Put down your wand." Looks like you're freaking out your kids. ”

"Lord, master?!"

Even if it is a heavenly sound, I am afraid that it is nothing more than this for Lucius at this moment.

"I want to see how loyal you are to me."

Blood-colored eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping over Draco, who was almost fainting at the moment, and Riddle snorted softly, "And you've proven that...... I'm satisfied. ”

"Thank you! Thank you! Great hosts...... I swear, swear to be loyal to Lord Voldemort forever......"

A blonde man crouched on the ground, kissing the corner of his robe—with an expression of joy that could not be concealed.

"But this child still needs to be re-educated."

"Yes! Be! There will never be such a faux pas. ”

"So ......"

Riddle lowered his head and looked at the girl who had been standing beside him, "Opal." ”

[What's the matter?] ]

"What do you think?"

Riddle's voice was soft, but it sounded in Lucius's ears like a bolt from the blue.

[What do you think?] ]

Because he didn't understand the cause and effect, Opal just tilted his head and looked confused.

"What are you going to do with this child who offended you?"