Finding the way for revenge wasn't easy for Ian. He wasn't patient enough to wait for his revenge to take place. He needed to kill the people who was responsible for his mother's death. However regardless how bitter it was, the truth is he didn't have the chance nor the authority to avenge his mother's death.

The powerless he felt, the deeper Ian felt his legs had been dragged down into a deep pitch black abyss. Ian opened his eyes again when he finds himself inside a small hut. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the pain aching all over his body when he became alarmed seeing how he was in a house he didn't know.

Was it that bitch again?

Ian took the nearest glass and smashed the body toward the cupboard to create the sharp edge as his weapon. He waited for the person inside the house to come and when they did, he reached out the glass to the person's neck only to see Lady Veronica standing before him with wide eyes.

Ian took a while to comprehend the identity of the woman, "Lady Veronica," he said in surprise.

"It should have taken you a month to heal but here you are only a week and could stand again. Sometimes I wonder what kind of magical blood you have in you," said the woman as she shook her head, turning a blind eye into his dangerous weapon without being scared.

"How... are you here?" Ian questioned. The village he and his mother had last lived at was very far from the town where Lady Veronica resided and they had been separated for one fill years where they had lost contact toward each other. 

And looking at the woman closely, Ian also noticed how her clothes were utterly different than how she used wear. The dress looked old, dirty even with muds. Not the mention the house, there was barely any jewelry on the woman's body. 

"It's a long journey. Your father didn't take it kindly that I had lend a helping hand to you and your mother," Lady Veronica didn't complete her words but Ian was not dumb to not understand the rest of the woman's words.

"He drove you out of the family?" Ian saw the woman smiling faintly as she lead him to sit on the bed.

"I suppose since I had married my husband I have left White Family. What your father did was much worse than that. He had hindered my husband's work, doing many action that put us to so much disadvantage. Until here we are but this isn't the worse, instead, I can see that my life is building itself again. But you," Lady Veronica offered him a pitiful look filled with sympathy. The woman then pulled something from her pocket, taking out the white envelope which had been torn toward him. 

Ian took the letter in his hands, his eyes reading the cursive handwriting, "From Arrah..." Arrah? Ian tried to pull it from his memories when he had heard the name when he realized it was the name of the maid that had been closed to his mother.

He heard Lady Veronica continuing her words, "It was late when this letter falsely came on my hand. I suppose the letter was directed to Lady Sarah."

Ian narrowed his eyes and quickly took the envelope while Lady Veronica watched him who was fully bandaged. The woman wondered how painful the boy must have been in the state he was, the condition where normal people would have been unable to move for another four to five months. But perhaps it was God's miracle for him to be able to walk a week after the accident, thought Lady Veronica to herself.

Ian who hurriedly opened the letter found out that Arrah had been the one to exposed his mother's stay. It had been said that the woman had been following them since they left the house…

Ian's hand clenched on the letter, squeezing so tightly it until his knuckles turn pale. 

"Lady Veronica," Ian said and the woman looked at him with a sympathetic look on her face. "Do you know how one can get powerful? Powerful enough so that they could destroy whoever standing in front of their way. Strong enough so they won't lose anyone dear to them. To become so powerful, that they could shield any injury for their treasured people."

Lady Veronica stared at Ian before her frown appear, "We are all humans, Ian. Not demons who can withstood against attacks without receiving any injuries."

Ian looked at Lady Veronica with a face of epiphany as something caught in his mind from the woman's world. 

"You are still young, Ian. I might not be able to help much but if you leave this land across the sea perhaps you can save yourself from Sarah's obsession on destroying you or your mother," Lady Veronica said but Ian had blanked out.

He turned to meet the elder woman's eyes, "I will refuse that. I think I might found a method for myself. They called my mother the demon's worshipper," Ian drawled his words as his eyes settled on his own hand. Clenching tight his fists, his eyes filled itself with the livid rage, "I will show them what demons are."

"Where are you…" Lady Veronica was shocked when Ian pushed himself to stand. Even though he was still filled with injuries that concerned the woman, he had dragged himself to the door. The elderly woman wanted to ask him what he planned to do but she knew that it was better not to ask as she could already see the faint idea Ian had in his mind.

The woman sighed. Not knowing how to stop Ian who was dead set on his idea. "At least bring this with you," Lady Veronica left the room to come back with a ceramic pot. "It's your mother's ashes. May God let her soul Rest In Peace."

Ian took the pot to his hands. Pulling the object close to his heart as though he was still hugging his mother. It felt like yesterday where his mother hugged her and he could remember the warmth but now he could only felt the cold surface of the ceramic pot.

This was what left from his mother. His dearest mother who had been burned on stake.