Uranium: The Jinxed Prince
The Jinxed Prince 9's
I don't know how long the boy had been standing there, in front of a magnificent residence belonging to the marquess family. Once again he allowed the hood that covered his face, lowered his head, and glanced at the passing workers without caring for him—or rather kept his distance, afraid of the 'bad luck' he was carrying.
Where is he? the child for the third time.
But the boy's frustration could not last long when screams were heard from all directions. Suddenly the main door of the residential building opened, and from there the workers and servants scattered out.
"The monster! There's monsters!" yell at one of them.
As the adults continued to run out the gate, the boy remained there. He did not turn his head, not even a hint of his heart was affected by the panic that spread. Then after everything left, then slowly he stepped down the small road beside the building. Various thoughts raged within his little head.
He wondered which creatures they called "monsters". Is he, or is there another fourth child here?
Time seemed impatient to answer the boy's question. As soon as his pair of shabby leather shoes reached the back garden of the residence, between the expanse of grass and the beautiful flowers, he saw a large figure covered in jet feathers. Sharp claws on both pairs of legs are able to make anyone who saw goosebumps—but not for the child, sharp objects have often been seen during the palace. Then, just below the creature, lay a frightened daughter. Clear liquid soaked the cheeks and red liquid soaked the tips of his pale purple hair.
Marquess has a daughter your age, if you are lucky to marry her so that your life can be better. Although I'm sure the Marquess won't allow it.
A heavy voice belonging to a red-haired man was ringing in Shawn's head. The man he was supposed to call "father", but never once was he born.
If she's the daughter of the Marquess, then I have to be kind to her, right? the inner boy. Although not long ago aware of the presence of foreign powers in his body, it strangely did not take long for Shawn to be able to control it.
A few days ago, a man who claimed to be a messenger from the Plutonium Family had come to the Black Palace and gave him some books on magic. Luckily, Eloise has been teaching Shawn how to read since he was 3, so at 5 he is already pretty good.
It's just that, for Shawn, the book was completely useless. According to the books, magic elements were divided into 5: fire, water, earth, air, and light. While the magic elements Shawn possessed did not include any of the five.
Shawn closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, pouring something warm in his body into the grasp of both hands. A silvery mana stream appeared there, then when Shawn opened his eyes, within seconds the surrounding temperature instantly turned to below 0 degrees Celsius. A layer of ice gradually coated the back garden of the Marquess Plutonium residence, ranging from grasses, flowers, to half of the back wall of the residence.
Noticing the drastically changing temperature, the jet-feathered figure immediately turned his head, staring at the boy in a robe.
GROAARR!!!
Whether angry or threatened, the roar of the figure boomed, along with his running steps towards Shawn.
Tak.
Tak. Tak. Tak. Tak.
But the creature's steps had to stop when the crystals of es— - which came out of nowhere - pierced through the chest and back, making red liquid flow from there.
Shawn raised his hand, making a beautiful silvery-colored dancing mana fill the garden, then as his hand descended, ice crystals pierced the creature from all directions.
The wind gushed fiercely, making the hood that Shawn was wearing fall down, revealing silver-colored hair strands and jet blue eyes behind it.
That was how the Fourth Prince's 'secret' could use 'magic of misfortune' spread inside the Plutonium residence. 'Hopeful magic', because the magic element never appeared in the history of Lionheart Kingdom even once.
Moments later, a few steps approached. A blond man was accompanied by several bodyguards complete with armor. Instantly they 'frozen' to see the ice covering where they were standing.
"Dad!" The girl who had been silent since, immediately exclaimed as she ran towards the man, passing Shawn just like that. At least the boy did not turn his head or turn around, he did not want to see the expressions of the adults. The horrified look directed at him. No, he doesn't want to see it!
"In order to repay your kindness, I will make sure the Fourth Prince gets the best treatment we can give you during your stay here."
A foreign feeling tickled Shawn's chest. "Best behavior"? The boy carved a smile. Perhaps he would be more trusting and ordinary if the Marquess instead cursed and blamed him for the disaster that befell the Plutonium residence.
At most it was just a momentary remark because it was being seen by someone else, inner Shawn.
Unexpectedly, the Marquess kept her promise. While in the residence, no one dared to blatantly insult Shawn. Although still, small whispers, cynical gazes, and some 'disturbance' he still received. However it was still better than the treatment that the boy had received during his time in the Black Palace.
Not felt, 5 years passed and his age had reached 10 years. At the residence, Shawn grows up to be a reclusive and ever-vigilant boy. No day he passed without guessing whether his food is safe—good from poison, dirt, or so on. There was no day he passed without getting the Marhioness's cynical gaze and full of Marquess's probing.
As for Isaac, the son who made him here now, never once appeared before him, nor has he ever told you about the development of the Eloise—hal killer that the boy had originally promised and the reason Shawn was willing to move here. Even if they cross paths, the teenager will only salute and then leave immediately, as if he had just seen a monster.
Only Brianna, the daughter Shawn saved, accompanies his days. Despite always being nice, even asking him to learn and play, somehow Shawn could not accept the good attitude unsuspecting—unlike to Eloise.
One day Plutonium's residence comes a guest from the duke's family. Without being told, Shawn immediately hid in his room underground. Without making a sound and without activity, waiting until the full moon rises so that he can go up and find food. But on his way to the kitchen, while he was still walking down the dark alley, Shawn met him, a black-haired teenage boy. The pitch-black eyeball was as if it was about to devour Shawn as soon as the prince entered his line of sight.
"Good night" said the teenager, putting his hands on his chest, "are you the fourth prince who is rumored to be living in the residence of the Marquess Plutonium, who has been nicknamed the Jinxed Prince since birth?"
Shawn reflexes clenched his hands. It had been a long time that the nickname had not been heard in his ears, precisely since he had lived in this residence.
"Prince, don't put on a face like that, I'll just ask." He shrugged and walked towards Shawn. "Is this not the kitchen? Jesus," he patted his forehead, "does the Prince want to steal the family's food that's been kind enough to accept 'fuckiness' like you?"
The fist formed increasingly tightly. Shawn tried to restrain himself. He did not want to make a fuss in the family home that was already very 'cheap' on him.
"My name is Harry Lawrencium, the son of Duke Lawrencium at this time" he said. "If you want, you can work in my house as a waiter. I promise to make sure your salary and all your life needs are met. Well, it's a little tiring, but isn't it more 'respectful' than being 'shame' at the Marquess' residence?"
At that time Shawn was still trying to hold back, but again, basically Shawn's patience was not that much. After all the young man before him had black hair and eyes, not the red hair and brown eyes that Eloise warned Shawn should avoid.
"Being a waitress, yes." Shawn muttered softly, his jet-blue bead staring at Harry sharply.
"Yes, or don't you think of being a 'dog biting his master's hand'? But sorry, the daughter of this family is mine, so don't ever think you can marry her," Harry smiled cynically, "let alone you are a monster, where perhaps Miss Brianna is willing to live forever with you."
Shawn clenched his hands tightly, trying to suppress his patience as much as possible.
"Well," said Harry again, then walked past Shawn, "let alone you are a murderer. A child who is capable of killing his mother, will not hesitate to take the life of others, right?"
Shawn's heart pounded at Harry's last words. The breath hunts as heat spreads throughout the body. The pair of jet beads then looked back, staring intently at the duke's son's back that was getting further away.
The next day, needless to explain, Harry Lawrencium was found impaled by ice crystals on both hands and feet when he awoke from his sleep. It did not have an impact on his life, but it caused a permanent effect on the flow of mana. Forever, the only descendant of this generation's Lawrencium will never be able to use its magic to its fullest.
As a form of 'compensation' to one of the family of Great Heroes—because the incident happened in the Plutonium residence 'without anyone knowing the cause'—and so that the rumors do not spread, a week later the Fourth Prince got an order to "stay and keep the safety of the Roldwix Forest", a forest located on the outskirts of the March Plutonium. This is because it is believed that the misfortune that befell the son of Duke Lawrence was caused by the bad luck brought by the Jinxed Prince.
At that time Shawn was only 10 years old, but when delivering the king's word, there was little sympathy in the marquess' green eyeballs. But just before setting foot out of the residential building, the Marquess who escorted Shawn's departure had said, "Please do not put a grudge on this family. All this I do for your good, Fourth Prince."