Villains' Perfect Match

Chapter 2

[E D I T E D]

For a boy who grew up knowing only the darkness, there wasn't much he could do.

"Is this all?" said a blunt-looking man. Despite his face he was the opposite, he was a despotic two faced man.

"If you don't like it then it doesn't matter." he snatched the basket that is full of rotten goods.

"Even if you don't want it, there are plenty of others in this alley who will." and just like that he ended his sentence and walked away.

"N.... No wait!" he shouted. "I'll do it. I can do it." he said half heartedly running after the m.
"Ungrateful brat. I know guys like you well. Dirty scumbags who would do anything to get what they want."

In this world, affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.

"How dare you insult me so disrespectfully when I was offering you alms?!"

"No, Sir Duke..... Of course not" Alas, that how the world has always been-- the rich will bully the poor. all he could do is pay respect and bow.... To the Duke that showed him 'mercy'.

"How could I not know the mercy you have shown me?" Azef said with a smile.

The said Duke harshly threw the rotten goods revealing some molded bread.

"Good. Since you've bowed down to me like that, I'll give you something to eat."

He looked at the molded bread, then shifted his gaze and met the Duke's eyes.

"Then..... It's your turn how to repay me that mercy"

Atleast of trying to adapt to the darkness and overcoming it alone....

He chose to completely surrender himself to it.

He thought it was the only was for him to survive....

Winter came, as he looked around he noticed the entire city
was covered with piles of snow. He could smell palatable and scrumptious food. The snow felt like a treasure to most of the people. Off the distance he could hear children laughing along with their parents. It was a wonderful sight. Wonderful indeed.

But not to Azef..... Everything didn't matter to him.

He sold everything he could possibly sell just so he could fill up his empty stomach.

A carriage slowed and stopped, revealing a women in a fur coat wearing an arm-longed glove and her hair was beautifully settled up attached with an exquisite hair piece. It was obvious enough to clarify she's an aristocrat.

At the end of that despair, the boy met her.

"Madame, please give me one dime." the blonde boy pleaded and bowed his head.

She commanded, "Raise your head." and he did what he was told.

He met the stranger's eyes, she was Gracia Randell.

"How does it look?" she showed her hand to Azef..

Gracia, who had become the de facto head of the Randell family since the Marquis' death, instinctively noticed the boy the moment she saw him on the street.

"Does it suit me?" she asked.

"As expected~you have a good eye, madame," the jeweler said. Emphasizing the word madame.

"It's the best emerald we've got. The price is..."

"It's very beautiful" he cutted the jeweler's sentence. "But the jewel's radiance looks rather dull on mother's noble hands." he said with a smile, as if flowers were surrounding the lovely boy.