Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 838 Carter's Epiphany

[Haha, I'm such a coward, I have no choice.

But how can I be blamed for this? The bloodline passed down by our clan is the bloodline that was despised by our father. How can such a bloodline produce truly excellent descendants? No, not even ordinary people can have such a bloodline.

My cowardice and moodiness are also due to my blood. It's not my fault, it's the fault of my ancestors.

Idri, don't blame dad. I killed you because I loved you the most, just like your grandfather killed your second uncle. This is a curse on our family.

Since you want me to do it, then I will do it. It's better if I do it! Will you let me touch you? Even if it's to comfort me when I cry for my dead son, put your hand on my shoulder. 】

Carter remembered that he felt so nauseous when he saw this part of the diary.

This text reminded him of the night when his father pierced his chest with a dinner knife, and made him think that his father might have the same disgusting thoughts as his grandfather.

He even felt that the diary was not written by his grandfather at all, but was forged by someone to disgust the Mountbatten family.

Because when her grandfather was still alive, in Carter's eyes he was a serious, dignified and meticulous old man, and Alice was so respectful to him.

But in his diary, he completely lost his human dignity in the end. After killing his most beloved son with his own hands, what he wanted was for the maid to put her hand on his shoulder and touch it gently, but in the end even this wish could not be fulfilled.

He secretly fantasized about that woman and used masturbation to satisfy his empty heart, but in the end he couldn't even do that. The strongest desire in his heart couldn't make his body produce the proper reaction, just because he faced the reality.

Carter's grandfather realized that he was just a pig in a pen to that man. When he thought of his own position in that man's heart, the tide of inferiority and self-loathing castrated his spirit completely.

He fell from being a high and mighty king to being in the dust. The sternness of the head of the family he displayed in front of his family and the majesty of the king of the secret royal family he displayed in front of outsiders were all done in order to keep Alice by his side. He tried so hard to maintain the appearance of a "qualified master" as Alice required.

When he was young, he at least had the luxury of self-anesthetization and self-deception, but in the end, all that was left was... no, nothing was left.

From the perspective of Carter, an observer, it seemed that his grandfather had completely burned his self-will in order to become a tool to be used by that woman. He was no longer a human being.

Who would have thought that an old man who holds a high position of power and has a high status in the supernatural world of a country is actually worse than a dog behind the scenes? At least a dog can crawl to the feet of its owner and lick the toes of his owner's shoes, but his grandfather can't even do that.

This was not an exaggeration, but something clearly written in the diary. His grandfather, the man called His Majesty, was secretly going crazy trying to find the shoes that woman had worn, and a glass that she had drunk from but had not washed.

This was something that only a twisted stalker could do, but it actually happened to a king. What was even more tragic was that he couldn't even do this.

Alice is like the air, like a ghost, like a maid that is everywhere, like the sunlight that is everywhere, like the untouchable sun.

Carter had forgotten how he finished reading the diary. Every line of the diary made him feel uncomfortable, as if someone was using a syringe to continuously inject excrement into his blood vessels, making his entire body, from top to bottom, inside and out, completely contaminated and filthy.

But he couldn't stop reading. When he read the lines written by his grandfather, it was like watching his future self writing a diary.

It was because there were so many overlaps between his grandfather's psychological state in the diary he wrote when he was young that Carter realized that it was not that his grandfather was born a pervert, but that the woman herself was a devil who could distort people's minds.

When Carter looked at his grandfather's life from an outsider's perspective.

Carter was shocked to find that even in his grandfather's eyes, Alice's image was empty and transparent. She was a maid who would do what a maid should do, but Alice had no personality, no joy, anger, sorrow, or emotional fluctuations.

All the emotions that my grandfather wrote in his diary were just one-sided self-narration. Alice in the diary was like a silhouette far away in the sky, like an illusory mirage, without any feedback, not even a rejection.

Whenever her grandfather approached, she simply left and continued to perform her duties as a maid with her supernatural powers.

Gentle, elegant, dignified, all the good qualities of her in her grandfather's eyes are labels attached to the identity of a maid. However, when the perspective is withdrawn from the situation and the history of the Mountbatten family is viewed from the perspective of God, Alice becomes a shepherd.

She confined the successive heirs of Mountbatten over thousands of years into a box, cruelly forcing them to do cruel things that were against human nature. The reason why she was a maid was not because she followed a master, but because she needed the identity of a maid!

When this thought suddenly popped up in Carter's mind, an unfounded guess suddenly appeared like a thunderclap exploding out of nowhere.

Perhaps... it is not that one becomes a slave in order to follow someone, but that a master is created in order to become a maid.

Fortunately, even a grandfather who had fallen so deeply had the possibility of waking up, which means that their royal family can still be saved, and their royal genes have not yet degenerated into real domesticated animals.

Carter sighed and returned to the present.

He wanted to drink even more. He had long since corrected his bad habit of alcoholism, but every time he saw this painting he still wanted to get drunk.

Carter felt sad for himself and felt that he was hopeless for knowing everything but still having such thoughts.

He said he wanted to seal Alice and free Mountbatten from the curse that had been passed down from ancient times to the present day, but he knew that this was not what he meant in his heart.

Carter knew that he just wanted to know what Alice would say to him when she was sealed and became a caged bird in his hands, and what she would say about everything the Mountbatten family had experienced.

If we put her in a cage, she will be able to see them, right? Will she listen carefully to what they have to say?
And just now, the woman who followed the Overlord gave him new curiosity.

She seemed to know a history that even her family had never recorded, and perhaps she also knew the original relationship between Alice and the royal family.

……

……

Xia Shou sat up from the bed, and Alice stretched out his clothes. They were automatically put on his arms, and the process of dressing did not require any cooperation. Alice only needed to give slight guidance to make dressing as smooth and comfortable as flowing water.

At the same time, the socks have been put on, in the bathroom, the toothbrush has been squeezed with toothpaste and the face towel is also ready.

Xia Shou got out of bed in a daze, opened his mouth, and the toothbrush automatically went into his mouth.

While waiting to wash up, Xia Shou checked his phone, flipped through his rote notes, recalled what he talked about in the club in his dream, and decided what to do today.

(End of this chapter)