062: Deep Water, Fierce Fire

His luck was not too bad. At least those White Armor Knights had not slaughtered his entire family.

Though saying that at a time like this was somewhat hellish, it was the truth. Those White Armor Knights seemed to have merely killed a few people as punishment. They had not even bothered to pick up the large amount of jewelry scattered across the ground.

A newborn's body was far too weak, but fortunately, he had laid a foundation of vital force early on. Moreover, perhaps due to the characteristics of this body, he could vaguely sense that there were still living individuals nearby.

The killing intent around him had already faded considerably. The ones left should have been survivors of the massacre.

So he opened his mouth and let out a loud cry. An infant's voice was sharp, and bolstered by vital force, it quickly pierced through the walls.

Waaah—

Soon, the sound drew others' attention. The splashing of water to put out the fire and the sound of footsteps drew closer, and he could clearly hear people talking.

"Fuwa neto sino?"

"Sino? Nouy'p l'sa..."

The word "sino" appeared frequently in their speech... The man in the black robe had said it too when he took away his little roommate. It probably meant something like child.

Figures bustled about as more people dressed like household servants arrived. He continued crying, hunching his shoulders tightly, making himself look as though he had been frozen stiff.

That pitiful appearance clearly tugged at their heartstrings. Several maids hurried over and wrapped him up. Then they noticed the death of his birth mother. Her horrifying decapitated body sparked a wave of shock and grief. They had no time to dwell on the details that made no sense and hurriedly carried him away from the