Ian shifted his position, letting Elise to rest her head on it. The silence was rather peaceful for them, and it had the effect to make Elise whose heart was still feeling restless to feel calm. She slept with her face facing him, as a substitute of sleeping on the pillow, she slept with Ian's arm underneath her head. It didn't feel uncomfortable despite how strong and muscular his arm was, instead it fit well to her head, and gave her the sense of secureness that filled her with a sense of solace.

Elise knew that with him, everything will be alright, it was because her heart believe so strongly of him.

"Where to begin?" hummed Ian, he looked at her eyes as if choosing which to start with.

"Are you comfortable to speak about your father?" Elise questioned because she knew from their last talk when Ian revealed his black wings of a demon that he had killed his father by his own hands. It comes as a foreign thought for any child to kill their own parents, but Elise knew Ian's situation was different. Something must have hit him to despise his father that he would kill him.

Ian quirked a smile at her considerateness, "What's there not to be comfortable with? My father was simply a scum," he summarized, "I was born in a family with quite amount of wealth. It was even more than nine hundred years ago, as you would imagine most of the things were ancient, including the thoughts and beliefs those people at that time had. My father acquired his wealth through inheritance from his dead parents. He also posses a large land that was in the Southern part of Warine."

Elise raised her brows a little, her curiosity spiked to hear more, "Is there where you lived too?"

Ian responded with a nod, "Until I was around the age of fifteen as I was driven out from the house with my mother."

With a more careful tone to touch the subject as if she was trying to get a hold of a cloud and afraid it would burst if she touched to roughly, Elise asked, "Why were you driven out from the house?"

Ian stared at Elise and a cruel smile played on his lips as if it was a start of his cruel story, "I told you in the beginning, at that time their ideal was to follow a devout's beliefs, whatever the Church taught them, which lead to their fear to my mother." Elise grew more curios, what was there to fear from a normal lady? asked she.

Ian spoke unhurriedly, letting the suspense expand throughout his story telling, "During the time my mother lived with my uncle there were words of how he was a Devil's follower, someone who abide and worship the Devil."

Elise had heard before about Devil's worshipper, they are a group of people who commit to pray to Devil instead of God. The Church banished them even now on, and that only lead to Elise thinking how some beliefs rooted since centuries ago didn't change even after almost a millennium pass. "Was it only rumors?"

"Who knows," chimed Ian, he clearly didn't look interested, "I have never seen my uncle before and my mother never told me about him. She never confirmed whether he was a devil's worshipper or not either."

"Why did the rumors suddenly surface?" questioned Elise, finding this odd, "If your father had married her, he must have known that there were rumors like that surrounding her, and wouldn't have chosen her." That way it would be less heartache to Ian's late mother, thought Elise.

"Because someone pulled a strong for it to happen," Ian replied, "The story goes back when I was born, it was in spring. My father wasn't the best man out there, he was a man who drives the people who lived on his land with a high tax, it had gotten better with my mother's hand in it, but in the end, my mother was a woman. There was only to a certain extent of things she was allowed to handle. One day my father had to leave to the land in Runalia, in the past Runalia was still a green tall hills with mostly forest and lakes. The annoying Garfon wasn't even alive at that time," he threw a shade lightly as if to make the air lighter in consideration to Elise.

"That was when my father met a younger woman who soon he brought home as his second wife. Not only did he had loose screws in his mind, he was also loose down there, he was known for fucking every living thing which stopped until he met my mother. I learned, however, it takes something more than a person to change their characteristics, because he could not learn from his scumminess." Ian smiled, a hint of savage was on his eyes that glowered.

Elise noticed how dark his eyes were, "Your mother must have been extremely saddened," she whispered, she cannot imagine the pain of a woman who had to share her husband. Not only was it painful, it must have been hard to live with the woman under the same house.

"She was," agreed Ian, a tone of affection was in his husky voice, "My mother was fragile, yet at the time when that woman was brought back to the mansion to become the second wife, she didn't allow herself to be upset. I didn't see that side of her as I was still a baby but I expect her to be strong, because she was my mother."

At this, Elise can't help but smile, "Who told you about this?" she questioned, at that time Ian was still but a baby, he wouldn't have known this yet the way he had spoken felt as if he had seen it all happening before him,

"The lone guard who was assigned to protect my mother by my father. Tragic twist was that he had to die on his own master's hand. After the second wife arrived, all attention fell to her, my father doted her a lot that even if she asked for the moon, he would have done it. That leaves my mother, the place where she lives gradually became less cheerful, but no one at that time dared to do anything to her. After all, she was still the first wife who born the first son of the family. Even though she wasn't as doted as the second wife did, she was still living well. Until one day that woman realized her own son would never become the heir to the family."

Ian's eyes grew dangerously dark, his tone was also focused as if he was reminiscing what happened by walking through his memory lane. The yellow red flame that flickered beside her only colored his face on a menacing contour. The rumors about my mother suddenly surface, and people fear her for being chastised by god with misfortune. As if not enough, the second wife gradually poisoned my father's mind, whispering to his ears about the bad luck my mother caused even though in truth she was the one who had orchestrated 'bad luck' around the house before naming it as my mother's influence."