"Father, mother is sick! Please, save her... Father, you can abandon me, but mother is innocent! Mother is dying, please save her! Father, please save mother..." Rody, carrying his mother on his back, struggled to the bottom of the castle, calling out desperately. He wanted to know if his father, who once loved him dearly, would really be heartless enough to ignore his mother's life.
His calls changed from pleading to wailing.
Rody painfully realized that the once affectionate Lord of Kolo, the esteemed Lord Warren, truly drifted far from him.
Not only did he heartlessly abandon his son, now a waste, but also the woman he once adored. Rody always thought his mother was his father's most beloved, but now, he completely ignored everything beneath the castle, even as Rody repeatedly declared his mother's critical condition.
Lord Warren stood on the third-floor balcony of the castle, indifferently watching Rody as if he were a stranger.
"Father, please, save mother!" Rody knelt in the mud, carrying his mother, looking up, and pleading loudly. At that moment, his face was not just wet from rain; he felt an urge to cry bitterly for today's lost paternal love, for the abandoned kinship of the past, and for the fate of him and his mother being ruthlessly cast aside. In this world where only the strong are needed, even his father is the same; he loves his genius, not him. Once Rody became worthless, he was instantly discarded.
Rody extended his hand towards Lord Warren, wailing continuously, eventually becoming hoarse, but his heart was tearless, even secretly sneering at his futile hope. Why did he still hold hope for that man?
Was he giving him another chance? A grave mistake. But this was good, from now on, everything could be cut off.
The desire to become stronger occupied Rody's entire heart.
Whether it was necromancy or evil magic, as long as it made him stronger, he didn't need to care. Only by becoming strong could he look down upon all beings; only as a true strongman could he control his destiny and not be trampled upon mercilessly.
Lord Warren stood in the rain, silently watching his wailing son, uttering not a word.
In the darkness, two figures quietly approached, one of them being the servant Marcus. He held a club, striking his son's head fiercely, causing him to fall into the mud, blood everywhere. Lord Warren remained unmoved. He saw his son struggling to raise a bloody hand towards him, crying 'father', yet remained indifferent.
Thunder roared in the sky, the wind and rain chaotically swirling, drenching him thoroughly, but he stood still like a statue.
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"Father, save me, father! Save me..."
"Father..."
Marcus and his wife dragged Rody by the legs, leaving a long, blood-stained trail in the mud, a sight to behold.
Lightning danced like fire snakes in the dark sky.
Lord Warren gazed at the trail on the ground for a long time, not blinking, only turning back when he heard faint footsteps behind him, returning to the hall filled with music and dancing. First, he had a maid dry his wet hair, then took a wine glass handed by a servant, toasting and drinking heartily with the others. Someone softly walked out to the balcony, looking at the long trail beneath the castle, and sighed softly, "Is he the legendary genius of Kolo? It's hard to believe he's become such a waste..."
At several other windows, pairs of eyes watched gleefully, especially pleased at the sight of the blood-stained trail.
"After everything is done, I'll reward Marcus and his wife with ten gold coins! Very good, I'm delighted. I wish to see such gratifying scenes more often! Leave the trail there to fade naturally, I want this disgraceful mark to stay at the entrance of the Rhein castle! Seeing that bastard and that wretch in such a pitiful state, my mood tonight is exceptionally good! Come, let's have a drink to celebrate!"
While the people in the castle reveled, Rody fled from Kolo in the night.
Dragged by Marcus and Emma, the tireless servants of darkness, in a small four-wheeled wooden cart, Rody, covered in mud, tightly held his mother, shielding her from the rain with a tarpaulin. Despite his pale, bloodless face, there was a smile on his lips, especially clear when the sky was filled with electric snakes flashing chaotically.
He had fooled everyone with his feigned cries and the performance of Marcus and his wife.
When people thought he was a useless waste who could only wait for death in a small wooden house, he had already escaped Kolo. When they believed Marcus and Emma could easily handle him, he had already become their master. When they thought he had nothing, he was already a necromancer commanding the servants of darkness... When he returned to Kolo, he would surely be a strongman looking down upon the world, then he could freely take revenge for everything.
Rody looked at the distant castle spires, the smile on his lips growing stronger.
This castle, where he had lived since childhood, he would surely return, but he believed that next time, he would not be a waste kneeling beneath the castle, begging his father to save his life, but a necromancer cleansing the world.
However, plans never match changes.
Half an hour later, a magical firework suddenly shot towards the sky above the castle, bursting into a huge, dazzling spark. Despite the drizzling rain, it shone brightly in the dark, startling Rody.
"How is it possible? They found out I'm escaping with my mother?" Rody saw the signal of the magical firework, his hands and feet turning cold with fear.
He had just begun to escape, due to clearing traces and fleeing along the mountain forest, he hadn't even escaped five kilometers away. If the guards caught up now, wouldn't his life be in danger? He had deceived everyone, believing it would take days for anyone to notice him, how did they find out he was escaping with his mother?
How could this be possible?
What terrified Rody even more was that one after another, the magical fireworks rose into the sky, chasing directly towards him.
How did they know he would escape on this normally deserted mountain road? The rain washed away the scent, and Emma had been wiping away the shallow trail with branches, yet they were pursuing directly. Could it be that they had cast some tracking magic on him?
Another magical firework rose, and Rody saw the castle's air force, several patrol teams riding deer-hawks in the sky.
Rody quickly carried his mother into a small forest, making Marcus and Emma lie down in a thicket of thorns. For the first time, he prayed that the air force wouldn't spot them; otherwise, he and his mother would soon be burning at the stake. The number of flying troops in the sky increased, not only his father's elite guards but also his eldest brother Gery riding a silver griffin, and his second brother Lotte floating on a magical horse.
The sound of hooves thundered on the ground, as if a cavalry was approaching.
Such a big deployment?
Rody looked with a slight shock in his heart, coupled with a flicker of confusion. Capturing him didn't require so many people. Now that so many had come, could it be that they were not after him? But he cursed his bad luck, if the unknown pursuers involved him by accident, letting Gery and Lotte discover his escape, that would be the real injustice!