In a world where power is a giant pie who's slices are shared by the same people, the hungry humans did everything to even smell a share. 

Classes of humans battling for supremacy both physically and politically.

Men fighting for profit, organisations built over corpses, blood money moving interests of hungry humans driven by lust.

This was Thesos, the continent of possibilities.

" 700 years ago this place was lawless, with tribes fighting constantly for the little benefits available at that time. But that was until lord Edmund the I' st of his name came in from the old Elysium with an army riding on gryphins and conquered the land who was already divided.

The tribesmen that were smart saw their inability to win and submitted to Edmund, who in return would turn their tribes into noble families with rich finances and 'history' 

, however, the unruly ones who's arrogance knew not bounds challenged his lordship and fell to his mighty sword who became known as ' DeathBringer ' .

Many years later these barren lands covered in blood, prospered under the dynasty that Edmund left behind, and his majesty became the first ever king and gained the title of ' Edmund the Mighty '. " 

The teacher closed the thick book and placed it down on the table, however the young lord in front of him showed a borish look seemingly unimpressed by Edmund's deeds.

" Why the long face master Irwin? " 

" I have already read that book 470 times, learned every word but makes no difference in the end? "

" Difference? What does the young lord mean? " 

" The chances of conquest happening in my lifetime are slim to none, our house is a viscounty that can participate in battle but there hasn't been any battles in ages.

Even when the southern savages attack during the winter, they are normally taken care of quickly by the local lords due to their lack of food. Besides I am not even really a Lord since I'm from a branch family, all we have is this damned village... Tskk, irwin lord of the peasants! "

Clarence had been his teacher for 14 years now, from the first time he met Irwin who was 3 years old at the time, his desire for battle was almost obsessive. And truth be told he could not even comfort the lad, the succession competition would be held by the viscount in a few days but Irwin stood no chance.. 

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Branch family young masters were bastard sons, normally children of maids and concubines that were given a rural village just in case of a tragedy happening where the viscount had no heirs alive.

But that wasn't the case at all, Viscount Clayman who was Irwin's biological father had 8 sons who were fully healthy and trained in combat from the day they were able to walk.

" Never dispear lord Irwin, fate is predestined, if it was meant to be you will see battle and glory " 

Seeing as his words would probably worsen the situation he stood up and left, he didn't try to make up any excuses since he knew Irwin paid no attention to him anyway.

" This is so unfair, how am I supposed to win the succession contest when I am not trained in mana or the ways of the sword " 

His territory had 1 knight sent there to protect him, but in truth he was only there to protect him from the influence of other noble families that could try to use him as a puppet lord.

He refused to teach him anything and acted like the actual lord of this place, and that is because knights were actual noble unlike bastards who were only substitute nobles.

The knight was called Sir Edgar and lived in his house but slept in the masters bedroom, he bed his only maid given to him by the family who would never even serve him, he would even hit Irwin everytime he would question his attitude.

And that's what led Irwin to believe from a young age that power is king, if you have strength you did whatever you wanted.

If you were weak your only chess piece was to be complient, and even that was fully relying on people's mercy.

Sir Edgar walked in with a bottle of wine on his hand which startled Irwin.

" Did I disturb your sleep my lord bastard, pardon me " 

He threw in a piece of parchment, kicked the door open and left again.

Irwin was used to his behaviour so he quietly opened it and read it, it came from the main family which said that a carriage would pick him up in a fortnight for the succession contest.

" Do not despair Irwin " he kept telling that to himself. It wasn't that bad after all, just being lord of this village? Some people were only meant for this much after all, at least he had a bed and food right? 

" Ah screw this, I won't back down without a fight, I'll go to the woods and lift some trees and boulders. That ought to  build me some more muscle "