novelzi Chapter 21 Is it Because I am Weak
Chapter 21 Is it Because I am Weak
Slap!!!
The sharp sound of her hand meeting his cheek echoed in the room.
Caspian's small frame jolted from the force of the blow, his head snapping to the side.
A thin trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Valtira watched him carefully.
'He seems so fragile... Two slaps, and he looks like he's already on the verge of collapse.' Valtira frowned, her hand lingering in the air.
'But that aura... it's unmistakable. The weight of countless deaths clings to him. No ordinary child could carry that. There has to be more to him than meets the eye.'
"Hey," she said. "I'm asking you one last time. Who are you?"
Caspian, slumped in the chair, slowly lifted his gaze.
His Red eyes burned with an intensity that made Valtira falter for just a moment.
"You're asking me who I am?" His voice was low, shaking slightly— not from fear.
"You think slapping me around will give you answers?"
Valtira said nothing, waiting.
Caspian's lips curled into a bitter smile, blood staining his teeth.
"I'll tell you who I am. I'm someone who's never killed a single soul in my life. Someone who doesn't even have the strength to fight back against. and nor the power to kill someone."
Her eyes narrowed further.
"Lies. The aura you carry says otherwise. Do you think I can't see through your facade?"
Caspian's fists clenched tightly in his lap, his nails digging into his palms.
His voice grew colder.
"You hit me because I'm weak, don't you? If I were stronger—if I were someone who could stand on equal ground with you—would you still dare to treat me like this?"
He exhaled shakily, his frustration mounting.
NO MORE.
NO MORE OF THIS.
A storm brewed within him, and his thoughts raced, venomous and unrelenting.
Am I weak?
Is that why this keeps happening?
Is that why people think they can trample over me?
Because I don't have the strength to make them stop?
The room seemed to grow colder as his resolve solidified.
Never again.
I won't let anyone look down on me.
I won't let anyone hit me without facing the consequences.
I'll rise. I'll make sure no one ever dares to strike me again.
He glared at Valtira, his voice trembling with suppressed rage.
"I don't know what you think I've done, but I'm not the monster you're imagining. I'm not your enemy. But if you keep pushing me—"
His words cut off.
For a brief moment, Valtira hesitated.
'Did I make a mistake?' she wondered.
The boy's aura was undeniable—she could feel the weight of countless deaths radiating from him.
But his words, his defiance, made her second-guess herself.
Caspian stood, his posture rigid.
He turned his back on her without a second glance.
"You want forgiveness? Earn it. But don't expect me to forget."
He walked toward the exit.
Valtira remained kneeling.
I am sorry child.
Caspian paused near the door.
"Where's my driver?" he asked.
"He's in the parking lot of this building. You can find him there."
Caspian turned, taking a step toward the exit, but paused as if something else had come to mind.
"And one more thing," he said.
"What is it?" Valtira asked.
He hesitated.
His eyes flicked back toward her for a moment before he shook his head.
"Never mind," he muttered.
As he pushed open the door, a faint, almost inaudible laugh escaped his lips.
"Justice," he murmured to himself. "Kill your father..."
The words were spoken so quietly.
Valtira's head snapped up.
Her ash-grey eyes narrowed as her frown deepened.
"What did you just say?" Valtira asked.
But Caspian didn't answer.
He was already stepping into the hallway.
The weight of his words lingered in the air, gnawing at Valtira's mind.
Kill your father... What could he possibly mean by that?
She couldn't let it go.
She wouldn't.
Her instincts kicked in as she sprinted after him.
"Stop!" she called, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around to face her.
Caspian's expression remained calm.
"What did you just say?" Valtira demanded.
"Nothing," Caspian replied.
Valtira's grip tightened slightly. Her eyes searched his face for any sign of deceit, but his impassive expression offered her no answers.
"Caspian," she said, "don't play games with me. Tell me what you meant."
He pulled his shoulder free from her grip and met her gaze.
"I said... nothing."
Before she could respond, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her standing frozen in the hallway, her thoughts swirling.
Kill your father... The words echoed in her mind, carrying a weight that she couldn't shake. What does he know? Why it feels like he is mocking me?
Valtira clenched her fists, the unease in her chest growing stronger.
Who is this boy?