The Kind of Evil-Chapter 425: Let everything rest.

‎Rasmus and Rullein rode their horses, looking at the smoke in the distance from different directions. They had been on a journey for the past five days and they didn’t found a single corpse or body. Kiel massacred all living beings in the Refenus Kingdom territory, leaving not a single soul behind.

‎"And here we are... the Blackheart’s manor. Well, at least it used to be..." Rullein looked up at the big manor that was built on the ground where the Blackheart mansion was.

‎Rasmus looked at the landscape near the manor, and it felt nostalgic. He could hear the voices or the maids and servants that kept following him around back when he was still small. He closed his eyes and shook his head, finding it unpleasant because those memories forced him to remember everything that he had forgotten.

‎"(Do what you want because I won’t let you out ever again...)" Rasmus thought to himself, speaking to the old Rasmus while he spoke as Kyros, his former self from his previous life. "(Go on, satisfy yourself...)" He took a deep breath as the vivid images and memories of the past began to paint his mind.

‎Rullein was staring at Rasmus, watching him on his horse with his eyes closed. She looked at his furrowed brows, noticing the conflicted feeling within him. She slowly put a smirk on her face as she reached out her right hand to his face and pressed her index finger on his forehead.

‎Rullein entered the mind of Rasmus and she was transported into a very dark space. The only thing she could see was a young Rasmus, curling on the ground with his skinny body and long dirty gray hair. She didn’t understand why she was brought to this place and why Rasmus was in his young appearance and not his current self.

‎"(What kind of thought is he having right now? Why is he on the ground, and why is he think of himself as his younger self?)" Rullein thought as she kept staring at Rasmus

Rullein knew that each person always had conversations with themselves in their thoughts, creating their own appearance in their thoughts to speak with. However, Rasmus’s thought was different, she didn’t expect him to create his appearance to be this weak and helpless in his mind. There were cases where someone would do this to themselves, it was either that they resented themselves or to feel superior to their own mind.

"(I never knew that you would see yourself like this...)" Rullein thought to herself.

‎She slowly walked toward young Rasmus, but then she noticed a presence behind her and immediately turned around to look at who it was. She couldn’t see the face, but she could faintly see an old man in a red expensive suit, supporting his body with a cane, holding it with his wrinkly hands.

‎"Who are you..." Rullein asked with her brows furrowed.

‎The man didn’t answer, his face was covered in blackness. Rullein narrowed her eyes when she didn’t get an answer and decided to approach the man. However, she realized that no matter how fast and how long she walked toward him, the distance was still the same as before. She turned around and was surprised to see that the young Rasmus was still curling on the ground behind her. She realized that she had been walking in a place, going nowhere.

‎Usually, Rullein could use her power inside someone’s mind and memories, but Rasmus was a different case. Rasmus possessed Dragon’s Blood and she couldn’t bypass him because in the hierarchy of origin, Rasmus was superior to her. Rasmus was born with an Aristoria blood, which on its own already possessed the genes of a True Dragon, and he also possessed Dragon’s Blood while Rullein was merely an accumulation and manifestation of True Dragon’s forbidden emotions and desires.

‎The man suddenly pointed his cane right at Rullein’s face, the cane was right in between her eyes. She was startled, but then she watched as the man moved his cane, pointed it to his right. She realized that whoever that person was, he wanted her to leave. She had no choice but to oblige since she was powerless inside Rasmus’ mind.

‎As soon as Rullein came back to reality, she noticed how Rasmus was staring at her with a stoic expression. She never felt fear, but toward one person, and that was Aristoria. However, at that moment, she could see the way Aristoria looked at her in Rasmus’ eyes.

‎"The next time you do that without my permission or consent, I’ll make sure you can’t leave that place," Rasmus said with a serious expression.

‎Rullein hummed and nodded with understanding, however, she was curious about what she was doing back there. She knew she should feel scared, but her curiosity and knowing that Rasmus wouldn’t punish her for her curiosity, gave her courage.

"What did I just see? Why did you depict yourself in such a pitiful state? Do you resent yourself? Your old self?" Rullein asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why should I resent myself? That’s just the truth of my former self, weak, powerless, desperate, in pain, suffering, and having no will to live. If I depict myself as a strong young man, aren’t I being delusional?" Rasmus asked back with a stoic expression.

"I apologize..." Rullein muttered as she stared into Rasmus’ eyes. "But, can I ask why are you doing this now?" She asked.

Rasmus glanced at the land that used to belong to the Blackheart family. There was only silence for a full minute, leaving the question hanging in the air. When he took a deep breath and exhaled deeply, he turned his gaze toward Rullein’s eyes, ready to answer the question.

"It’s not to let go of the past, but to let it rest," Rasmus said with a calm expression. "It has been years since I feel like I’m suffocating. It’s time to put it to rest by letting it all out to where all the memories were created. One grows, blooms, and withers on the same ground, that’s how it should be. My old self and this old memories of this place, I just let my old self go back here. I have to make peace before I move forward," he continued.

"Move forward?" Rullein tilted her head with her brows furrowed, finding that answer to be ambiguous. "Have you not been moving forward in the past few years?" She added.

"Yes, it’s because I haven’t made peace with my past self. Now, that I had made peace with him and let him rest, I can do anything solely for my own sake," Rasmus patted his horse’s neck and looked at the manor in the distance. "No more holding back, no more bothered by the thoughts of my past self, and no more conflicted feelings," he added.

Rullein raised her brows, staring right into Rasmus’ eyes and found a big difference in them. She nodded with understanding, realizing that at this moment, Rasmus had let go of his human side and became an Orthias completely. She then watched Rasmus pull out his father’s journal from the spatial ring.

"What are you going to do with that now? You have finished reading the journal," Rullein asked, her eyes focused on the journal in Rasmus’ hands.

"I usually burn everything once I’m done reading anything, a habit of mine," Rasmus said as he looked down at the journal. "However, I think this one I’m going to bury it..." he muttered as he looked at the distance.

"And where exactly are you going to bury that?" Rullein raised her brows.

"Where else? My father’s grave," Rasmus glanced at Rullein with a gentle expression.

"I see, no wonder you wanted to go back here out of all places. But, do we even know where he’s buried? I know for sure that Aristoria doesn’t have a grave since she’s an Orthias. Aristoria’s body dissolved and disintegrated as soon as she died and Aris was born on the same day," Rullein asked and looked around, thinking of a way to find any information about Erglade’s grave.

"I know where it is. I asked Great Sage Lenin about his grave, and she was the one who personally buried him. It’s somewhere near here, somewhere hidden," Rasmus answered as he pointed to the north. "It’s somewhere around there," he pointed out.

Rullein looked to the north and used her power to see as far as she needed to be. She furrowed her brows, finding nothing but a vast field no matter how far she looked. However, before she could say a word, Rasmus rode his horse toward that vast field, and so she followed him.

After an hour, they climbed a small hill with a single tree in the middle. Rasmus looked up at the tree branches, seeing the leaves blow as the sunlight was seeping through. He placed his hand on the tree’s bark and noticed how young the tree was.

"He asked Great Sage Lenin personally, the night before the execution. He asked her to bury him here, and request her to plant the monkey pod tree here..." Rasmus muttered as he looked down at the roots. "He’s here, becoming a nutritient for the tree..." He kneeled and began to dig the ground with his bare hands.

Rullein chose to not say a word and just watched Rasmus place the journal deep into the ground. It was the first time she could hear peace from Rasmus’ words. She leaned her shoulder on the tree and watched Rasmus stare at the journal with a soft expression.

"Thank you, and goodbye..." Rasmus nodded and then buried the journal.