Four days passed since Ewald found out what a loaf of bread, butter, milk, and eggs were. It was a slow progress, but he was getting used to the life of a noble. It was still boring since he was forced to read in his spare time. He would have preferred tending a Macomaco field.
Speaking of the devil...
“Oh, crap, I keep forgetting...!”
He forgot to ask Greta about why Macomaco tea was called so once again.
“I will ask her next time!” He made a fist as he swore to remember.
Now that he was finally settling down and that he visited the library frequently, he decided to pursue the knowledge he required. He needed to know how the unification war went and most importantly who was responsible for the Bronn massacre.
Not knowing where to look for even, he started from a corner in the library as he made his way as he inspected every single book. It wasn’t long before a maid came to patch him for lunch.
“Milord, may I ask what you are doing?”
She was looking at Ewald on toes trying to reach a book. She looked amused.
“Could you grab that book for me? You are taller than me.”
She complied and grabbed the book with ease. Glancing at the title, she asked, “You are looking at history books?” She seemed surprised. Ewald was actually surprised that she was literate. She was a maid after all.
“I was looking for more detail on the unification war. I am interested in history.”
“The unification war that happened eight years ago? That’s pretty recent. I do not believe there is any book here that is less than at least a decade old.”
Crap, why is it so hard to find out what happened in the war?
Indeed, just by looking at the table of contents of the book, it was clear that this was not the book he was looking for.
“Do you happen to know where I might find more about the war?”
The maid blinked a few times as if she was shocked? or confused? Either way, she replied soon.
“Milord, the late lord Fenchel participated in the war. He would be your grandfather. If anyone knew details of the war, it would be him.”
Her words blew clouds away from his mind. Yes, that was it. He was the one he needed to talk to.
Excited, he inquired promptly, “Where is he now? Is he in the manor?”
“No, milord. As a retired house leader, he now resides in Keviel, the capital.”
#$%^&$
He really wanted to curse out loudly. Slumping his shoulders, he said weakly, “Okay, I can’t see him then.”
He did know where the city was located, but getting permission to go there without a valid reason? Nope. If he was able to maintain levitation long enough, he might be able to get there. That, too, was also a far fetched goal at the moment.
“Milord, it’s lunch time.”
“Okay, okay.”
It had been two years ever since he was reincarnated to avenge his wife and children. It had been two years, but he had so far found nothing about his target. It appeared that his target may be the king, but there was no concrete proof that he was the one.
Now, if the king was indeed his target for revenge, it was going to get complicated. There was absolutely no way that Ewald was strong enough to take him on one on one. It was very unlikely that he would get closer to him in isolation even. A failed attempt would bring only doom to him and his parents.
He had been considering the worst case scenario which would be dealing with the king. The bottom line was that he had to bide his time. Again, as a 7 year-old, there was absolutely nothing he could do at this point.
There was something else he was starting to fear. It had been two years and only two years but his memories of his past life were starting to fade. He remembered Fionara and his children’s faces vividly but everything else was becoming slightly mucky. Bronn village elder’s face and John’s face, he could no longer clearly remember them. Even the faces of his own parents were nothing more than a blur at this point.
I am only 7 years old. How long do I need to prepare for? Will I hold the same ire for revenge when I turn 20?
The longer he lived as Kamil and Ewald, the stronger his feelings for those in this world which ultimately might override his desire for revenge if his target was indeed the king.
What will happen after I kill the king even? Will the kingdom enter another civil war? Will we be invaded?
If his life was to end the moment he completed his revenge, he would have not needed to think about consequences. Alas, he had to think about consequences.
If consequences outweighed his desire for revenge, would he stop? Then what was he reincarnated for in the first place? He sacrificed his own soul for his revenge. Ordinarily, his revenge should have taken utmost priority.
Alas, life was never that simple.
As a human being, he did not want those unrelated punished for what he was going to do.
Such thoughts were swirling inside of his head as he drank a cup of milk and ate a slice of bread covered with butter on top. There was also a sausage on the dish which he was seeing for the first time. Of course, he didn’t know what it was. He would need to ask either Noah or Greta later. It tasted good though.
Probably Greta because she’s cute.
Once he was done with the meal, a maid approached and told him, “Milord, Lord Hunt is here to seek your audience.”
“Let him in.”
Nodding, the maid turned around at once and walked toward Elias who was waiting by the door. They exchanged brief words, and Elias walked toward Ewald.
“Looks like you are adapting well,” He remarked with a grin.
“All I have been doing is eating and reading,” He retorted. “Nothing to ‘adapt’.”
Elias didn’t make a reply to that. Instead, he changed the subject.
“Your father wishes to host a party to introduce you to the noble society.”
“I see. By the way, when will I get to meet the girls?”
He was talking about the three illegitimate daughters. He wasn’t honestly too excited about the prospect of meeting the girls to choose one to marry, especially at his and their ages, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter.
“I might as well get this over with,” He added with a pout.
“They will be attending the party.”
“Wasn’t I told that they were treated as daughters of a merchant?”
“Indeed, but daughters of wealthy merchants sometimes do attend such a social party in the shadows.”
“What? Why?”
“They do so in order to get noticed by nobles and perhaps score, meaning getting an offer to be a mistress.”
That’s... messed up, especially considering their age.
“I see...”
“The party will be held three days from today. Your maids have been informed, and they will teach you etiquette and whatnot.”
“Thank you, Sir. Hunt.”
“Is there anything you wish from me before I take my leave?”
Ewald figured he’d ask.
“Would it be possible to arrange a meeting with the former lord of Fenchel?”
Elias looked confused as he tilted his head.
“Why would you wish to meet him?”
“Why shouldn’t I? Isn’t he my grandfather? Hasn’t my father been updating him with the situation?”
“No, he has not been updated. Generally, a retired former head takes his hands off completely and lives his own life. That’s why he resides in the capital.”
Give me a friggin’ break. How am I supposed to meet him now?
He racked his brain to find an excuse to meet him.
Elias added meanwhile, “A retired head can choose to partake a little, but he has chosen a complete hands-off approach. I’ve sent him a few letters early on, but he told me not to. Thus, I haven’t sent him any letters for the past five years or so.”
The only way for him seemed like insisting.
“I see. Still, I would like to meet him at least once.”
Elias took a short moment to reply.
“I don’t see much of an issue with that. But the opportunity won’t come easily. I will keep an eye though.”
“Thank you, Sir. Hunt.”
When Ewald arrived back to his quarters, a maid was already there, performing basic chores such as cleaning dust and whatnot. He noticed that it had been the same maid ever since he was officially adopted while others came and went.
She was a young woman with neatly combed short light brown hair, that was pretty light that it was almost autumn colour.
“What is your name?” Ewald approached her and asked.
The maid startled slightly as if it was an unexpected event and turned around to face Ewald. It was only then he saw the colour of her eyes, jade.
“Milord, my name is Emily,” She replied.
Greta Brugg was a cute woman. Compared to her Emily had an aura of maturity with a tint of coldness. In other words, she had a mature charm.
“Nice to meet you, Emily.”
“Likewise.”
Just as they exchanged their greeting, other maids rushed in and urged Ewald to take on a dancing lesson.
“Am I going to dance at the party?”
I am a seven year-old, you know. Who am I gonna dance with?
“You may need to dance. We need to cover all cases.”
Ugh.
Slumping his shoulders, he had to go along.
For the next two days, he’d dance with the maids in his quarters for hours and hours. It was an excruciating task with the only upside being a fact that one of the maids had a really large bust which Ewald accidentally ran into as he intentionally tripped on his own feet.
It had been a while, which was an understatement, since the last time he felt a woman’s breasts.
“That was weird,” Ewald remarked as he was seated in front of his desk. He was finally alone. He was to sleep soon.
It was weird because, while he had desires for women clearly, his lower brain was not... responding. The thing wasn’t standing up like it normally would.
“I guess this body is too young for that?” He mused aloud.
Anyway, putting that aside, he decided to write a letter to his family. He knew his father was illiterate, but his mother was a noble. She’d know how to read obviously.
“What should I write....”
Dear father and mother -
He shook his head.
“No, no, if this letter gets stolen and somebody else reads this, it could be dangerous.”
He shredded the letter and restarted.
Dear Grent and Lady Vilma of Fenchel,
I thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Thanks to you, I am doing very well in Lux. I hope to repay you for the service you’ve rendered to me in the future.
I -
“Fucking shit....,” He uttered with some tears in his eyes. “Why do I need to write like this to my own god damn parents?”
He lamented the fact that he wouldn’t write what he really wanted. He simply wanted to write: “Mom, I really miss you.”
“Fuck this shit!” He threw the pencil at the desk which bounced off and fell down to the floor. It was night. He was lonely.
“I miss Fio.”
To be brutally honest, he didn’t have much attachment to his children. He cared for them as a father would but had rather thin attachments toward them simply because he hardly met them. It wasn’t easy feeding three people by hunting animals, and Tom was out almost all day long, laying traps and catching small games with his bow. Traps were usually useless, perhaps because it was Fio who made them.
He let out a snicker. She was a woman “blessed” with misfortune after all.
By the time he got back home with some catches on his back, his children would be knocked out in their sleep. Fio would welcome him with open arms meanwhile.
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The harsh reality was that he had to catch at least two rabbits a day to feed four people, two of whom were always hungry as they were growing. Whenever he happened to catch a boar, it was a feast on the next day while allowing Tom to rest a day. If he caught only a single rabbit, it was usually Tom and Fio who had to eat far less for the day.
He puffed his chest proudly and said, “But I had never gone home empty-handed!”
Indeed, he was very proud of the fact that he never let his family starve even for a single day. Then his shoulder sagged immediately, coming back to reality. He missed those days.
On that night, he had a nightmare. It was the first nightmare he had ever since being reincarnated. The scene was the burning Bronn where he watched Fionara limping toward him after he shot the soldier at his head. Knowing that she would soon kill herself, he shouted not to approach him. She limped her way into his arms anyway and would look back, watching their house enveloped in vigorous flame. He attempted to grab her dagger in her hand at once, and she resisted. They wrestled for a moment before Tom accidentally ended up shoving her dagger into her chest.
He screamed with his head in his hands.
“NO!”
Opening eyes at once, Ewald jumped out of his bed. Panting and covered in sweat, he surveyed his surroundings only to find himself back to the new reality.
He exhaled deeply and calmed down. Then he heard knocking.
“Come!” He exclaimed.
Three maids entered, Emily was among them.
“Is there something wrong, milord? You are covered in sweat.”
“Had a nightmare. That is all.” He waved away approaching maids.
Emily suggested, “Let’s take a bath before having breakfast then.”
It was a reasonable idea, so he had no reason to refuse. Once he was out of the bath, he saw Emily looking at his desk. Apparently, she came across the letter as she was dusting off the quarters. There was nothing wrong with the letter itself, thus he didn’t make a comment on it. It would have been problematic if she saw the first letter however.
“Tomorrow is the day, yes? What’s today’s schedule?”
“We will have a final dancing lesson until lunch. Then lord Fenchel has asked for you,” One of the maids informed him. “You will be free after that, we believe. At least we weren’t told anything.”
So, half a day of a break, eh?
“I see. Let’s get on with it then.”
He had a playful mood before but not today due to the nightmare he had, which made him act far more sincerely during the final lesson. He didn’t accidentally bump into maids’ bust anymore.
With the final lesson out of the way, he paid a visit to Edmund Fenchel.
“You called me, father.”
Ewald was standing before his desk, a few meters away. Edmund gave him an approving nod.
“I’ve been hearing that you are doing well. Good job.”
What options did he have anyway? Throw a tantrum? He was not a kid. Well, he was, not internally though.
“Thank you.”
“I’ve called you today to tell you a few things about the party. The purpose of the party is to formally introduce you to the noble society as my son. After the party, news will spread that the Fenchel house has a proper heir.”
Ewald nodded along, and Edmund continued.
“The three girls will be present at the party but as a rich merchant’s daughters. They will not participate when the party starts. They don’t have the standing for it simply. You will find them together in a corner. It’s imperative that you meet them before the party starts.”
“If it is so hard to arrange a meeting with them, how am I going to select one? I need to get to know them better.”
Even then, selecting a pre-teen girl to be a wife for life at such an early stage of their lives was a tall order to begin with.
Edmund let out a groan. He saw Ewald’s point. They had to get to know each other better. Seeing him troubled, he threw a suggestion.
“I realize I have three maids assigned to my room. How about you hire them and assign them to my quarters as maids? I suggest a regular maid to oversee and throw three of them together although perhaps they are too young for that.”
Edmund’s expression perked up.
“Yes, indeed, the two younger ones are simply too young. The elder one, who is five, may be able to join up as a maid trainee. Maids are usually trained at age of seven. A bit too early, but training at five is not unheard of.”
Ewald shook his head internally. The whole affair felt just so wrong on many levels. Trying to choose a future wife from a pool of 5, 4, 3 years old? If he could, he would love to bark at Edmund.
Alas, he shrugged internally.
“Finally, some spare time at last,” was what he said soon after he left Edmund’s study. It was good that he finally had some spare time. What to do though? He wanted to explore Lux but was told explicitly not to leave the manor for the time being. Given the recent attempt at his life, he felt it was a reasonable demand. Therefore, he wasn’t going out of his way to sneak out or anything like that.
Instead, where he ended up was the back garden. It may be called a garden, but the sheer size was remarkable. It was about the same size of two soccer fields stacked together. It was walled by hedges, and there was a fountain not far from the rear exit with four benches installed in a circular manner around the fountain.
He figured he’d go there for a walk.
And he found a pair of love birds, Noah and Greta. He turned around at once and headed straight back to the manor.
In the end, he was back in his quarters.
“Nothing to do, eh? I could go to the library, but reading was never my forte.”
He glanced at the unfinished letter on his desk. Approaching the desk, he grabbed the letter and ripped it.
“I ain’t going to send this piece of shit,” He muttered.
Sighing, he opened a nearby window and leaned his upper body against it. No breeze however.
“Spirits of wind, hear my request. Grant me a breeze.”
A subtle breeze started to blow against his face. Enjoying the breeze, he looked around. His quarters was on the second floor, thus he had a pretty good look on the front garden. He’d spend his time looking down on the garden and nearby.
He wondered whether he’d be reborn elsewhere in a different year if he didn’t forfeit his soul for revenge. If he didn’t have revenge in his mind, this life of his wasn’t exactly bad.
“Perhaps give up on revenge?”
He smirked and shook his head weakly.
If he wasn’t reborn with his past memories as well as his maturity, he wouldn’t have been selected for the adoption in the first place. However, at the same time, his life in Laufeld wasn’t exactly bad, either. He really liked Vilma as his mother. While, sadly, Grent didn’t leave him much of an impression, he was nevertheless a decent man and a father.
He felt that, if he was simply reborn as Kamil, he would have led a peaceful life as a Macomaco tea farmer although a part of him argued that Vilma deserved better.
Upon such a line of thought, he started to mess with his hair a bit hysterically.
“Nothing is ever so simple in life,” He muttered. He really missed his days with Fio, a simple but fulfilling life with a woman he was truly comfortable with. He sighed deeply and gazed in the air vacantly.
“She was good in bed, too...,” He whispered to himself.
As soon as he woke up the next morning, he already found his usual three maids dotting busily around his quarters. Emily was among them. Two maids were getting his suit ready which had been specifically tailored for the occasion, and Emily was getting his breakfast ready.
“Good morning, everyone.”
They fired their glance at him once and then went right back to their tasks. Must be really busy, he figured. It turned out that they were furious for a reason. The suit that Ewald meant to wear soon had some defects, and the maids were fixing the defects with whatever they had on hand.
Leaving them to their own business, he took a look at a window where he saw a long line of carriages.
Opening eyes widely, he opened the window and looked out.
“Holy God of death, that’s a lot of carriages!”
“Milord, please don’t do that!” Emily caught him from leaning too far out from the window frame.
“Just how many people are going to be there?!”
“A typical party Lord Fenchel hosts hundreds at the least.”
Fuck me. Come to think of it, have I ever stood before that many people?!
Nope. He was getting nervous now.
“The suit is done!” A maid exclaimed. “Milord, please! Get ready! Take off your clothes and please!”
They were in a panic mode and literally ripped his clothing off.
Is he gonna make me do a speech or something like that in front of that many people?
Amid swirling thoughts of his, he got changed, then maids put on some light makeup on his face.
“What are you putting these powders on my face for?!” He barked. He never knew the very concept of makeup.
“This will make you look cuter,” Emily replied while doing the makeup.
“I am a boy! I don’t need to be cute!”
“At your age, you need to be.”
“Listen, I -”
“Please, keep your mouth shut. I can’t apply the backup if you keep flapping your mouth, milord!” Emily, too, was getting desperate. Time was short apparently.
Slumping his shoulders, he resigned to his fate of being a pretty doll for the day.
Once he was dressed up and ready, the maids grabbed him like a statue and carried him downstairs.
The first floor of the Fenchel manor was designed to host parties. The whole floor was made of two large halls where two parties could be hosted at once. They were using only one hall on this day for the social party.
Elias dashed toward the maids carrying Ewald.
“You are a bit late,” He told them.
“Our apologies. There was an issue.”
“No matter, milord, please you need to enter the hall now.”
He explained further that there were some people already present in the hall who were mostly servants who were doing final check-ups, and maids who were arranging tables and food.
“The girls are in there as well,” He added. “They will leave once you meet them.”
Taking a deep breath, Ewald adjusted his suit as he was being told by Elias.
The hall was grand. He wasn’t quite sure how to describe essentially a very large room. He had never been to such places in his entire life.
“The ceiling is so high…,” He remarked in awe as he looked up.
The white walls of the hall had various golden patterns. Windows were so large and tall as well. In short, he had never been to a place like this.
Looking around, there were about ten servants and twenty maids walking around busily. The servants were mostly checking what maids were doing, making sure that everything was up to whatever standards they had set.
Finally, in a corner, there were three little girls. They looked nervous and were holding onto each other as if they were frightened bunnies.
I really don’t want to do this.
Regardless, taking a deep breath, Ewald walked toward them as manly as he could.
“Ladies.”
He bowed toward them with his palm on his chest.
“My name is Ewald Fenchel.”
The girls looked suspiciously at him. The tallest one, presumably the oldest one, curtseyed by lifting up the edge of her skirt slightly.
“My name is Noelle, Sir. Ewald.”
Noelle was a girl with light brown hair and blue eyes. Her hair was long, reaching her waist. She sounded surprisingly mature for her age. He saw her giving a nudge to the two other girls. They didn’t curtsey and simply introduced themselves.
“My name is Idda.”
Idda was a girl with blond hair and blue eyes. Her hair style was exactly identical to Noelle, long straight hair that reached her waist.
“My name is Alena.”
Alena was a girl with black hair and brown eyes. She had short hair that barely reached her shoulder.
What seemed to be clear, to Ewald at least, was that they were just too young to determine anything. Noelle was the oldest, 5 years old. Idda was 4. Alena was just 3. It was a miracle that Alena was able to introduce herself while keeping her cool.
Seeing no point at all in going any further than this, he excused himself from the ladies and returned to Elias who was waiting outside.
There is no point, Elias, he really wanted to say.
“I’ve met them. It’s really hard to tell at this point.”
“They are too young for this indeed.” It seemed he, too, shared the same concern.
Two years, they agreed upon. Honestly, that wasn’t enough. In two years, Noelle would be 7, and Alena would be 5.
This is not going to work out. I might as well choose Noelle now and get this over with.
She was the only one with any sort of potential. But, then, she was also the oldest.
“Would it be possible to increase the limit? Two years feels too short,” Ewald told Elias who, in return, folded his arms.
“I agree with your assessment. Alas, I don’t believe Lord Fenchel will alter the limit.”
“Why, if I may ask?”
“He plans to cut unnecessary children off. The girls are costing a lot of money just to keep their status quo.”
“Is he having money problems?”
“Not exactly. It has something to do with maintaining an army we have.”
Elias looked around, making sure that no one was around. He lowered his voice.
“We have reasons to believe that the Siwen Dynasty may make a move in a few years.”
The Siwen Dynasty was a country north of the Kingdom of Egra. This was the same country that invaded the Kingdom of Egria just before the unification war.
“They’ve always wanted our land,” Elias pointed out. What they really wanted was access to the sea in the south.
“You mean a war is going to happen soon?”
“Lord Fenchel expects it at least. Our fiefs are located in the south, so our people should be safe. We fully expect to be able to repel them.”
Ewald folded his arms and fell into thoughts for a moment.
If war was inevitable and imminent, he understood Edmund’s desire to set everything in stone before it’d happen. He was pretty sure that Edmund himself would partake in the upcoming war because it would be an opportunity to earn further fiefs. Should he perish though...
“I get the situation now. I will decide in two years.”
He did feel Noelle showed extraordinary maturity for a girl of her age. So, if he was still unsure in 2 years, he figured he would choose her.
It’s going to be a loveless marriage, isn’t it.
He sighed at the thought.
Soon enough, the party commenced with Edmund Fenchel addressing the crowd on an elevated stage.
“I welcome you all. Today marks a great occasion for the house Fenchel. I am here to announce that my house has a proper heir now.”
Some of the guests seemed confused because, in their knowledge, the heir was Icilia. However, some guests appeared to be informed and didn’t look as surprised.
Elias signaled Ewald to enter and join him at the stage, and he did. He walked as imposingly as possible and stood right next Edmund, all while ignoring all the eyes fixed at him. He was nervous as heck. Never in his life had he been under so much attention. This was an entirely new experience for him.
Edmund placed his arm around his shoulder and declared aloud.
“This is my son, Ewald Fenchel. He had been in hiding due to fear of assassination by my wife, Loukia Mesurii. I’ve tried my best to hide him, but she still found out about him. Thankfully, the threat is no more, which has allowed me to introduce him to you all!”
The dude is a fine actor, Ewald thought.
Regardless, the excuse which Edmund came up with sounded perfectly plausible. Therefore, the guests didn’t really have any reason to distrust Edmund. They clapped for a short moment to welcome Ewald as the heir of the Fenchel.
Meanwhile, because he stated his wife’s name as Loukia Mesurii instead of Fenchel, he was indirectly stating that her position as his wife was pretty much over.
Once the announcement was over, the party began where guests were finally allowed to eat and drink. Edmund, meanwhile, took Ewald and started to introduce him to various nobles in person as they went around the hall. All the fake smiles he had to put on, it was tiring him greatly. Furthermore, he did not get to dance at all since there was no ideal partner for him which really pissed him off.
What the fuck had I practiced for then?! He barked in his mind. He wasn’t even allowed to eat the food being served at the party because of … reasons.
All in all, the party was a pure nightmare for him to endure. Alas, it wasn’t as if he had a choice.
Once the party was nearing its conclusion in which the majority of guests were outright drunk, Elias had taken him to his quarters.
“None of the nobles at the party is significant,” He explained. “All of them are landless nobles.”
Looking completely beat, Ewald had his tongue out in his chair.
“But I guess they make good gossipers?”
“Correct. Lord Fenchel has essentially paid them in food to spread words.”
He recalled there were hundreds.
“There are that many landless nobles? How many noble families are there?”
“A lot. Land is limited. There are only eight landed nobles in our kingdom. The Fenchel house alone employs about ten landless noble houses.”
“How do they survive if they aren’t landed?”
“Lucky ones are employed by landed noble houses. The unlucky ones survive like this.”
“By... going to parties and ...?”
“They steal food.”
Ewald face-palmed. “You’ve got to be kidding me... So, that’s why they got drunk so fast.”
“An invitation to a noble family means that a family can bring up to three people, the head of the house, his wife, and his heir.”
Elias explained further that landless and unemployed noble houses tended to earn their keep by doing favors for others and, by “selling” their daughters as mistresses.
That reminded him.
“The two mistresses that father has a relationship with, are they....?”
“Yes, they are daughters of landless nobles. Lord Fenchel supports their houses. The aid Lord Fenchel provides isn’t enough to support their entire families, but it is better than having no income whatsoever.”
Ewald face-palmed harder. “I now can see why he wants to cut some children off. I can see a lot of money being wasted for no apparent reason.”
He thought that nobles led luxurious lives. Apparently, he was very much wrong. Landless nobles led lives of poverty. At least farmers had means to earn their keep.
Hmm?
“Why don’t landless nobles farm?” He asked Elias.
“Do you think they will? They are nobles albeit in name only. There are people like Noah Harder who is trying to earn a fief so that his house can become a family of landed nobles. They are trying in their own ways.”
Ewald folded his arms. The whole system felt broken.
“In my eyes, there is no way that Sir. Harder can earn a fief without a war.”
“True, thankfully we live in a rather unstable period.”
That reminded him of the Siwen Dynasty.
“Is the Siwen Dynasty our only enemy?”
“They are the most aggressive one. We have Estana in the south. They haven’t invaded us in the past a hundred years at least. They have their own problems.”
“I’d very much like to see the world map. I don’t have a clue on the political situation.”
“I shall arrange so,” Elias said with a light bow. The day was still young because the party started in the morning. But, for both Ewald and Elias, the day was over, just like other drunken nobles.
Not long after he was left alone in the quarters, the three maids arrived.
“I'd like to be alone if that’s alright with you,” He told them.
“As you wish.” The maids bowed at once and left.
Now that he was finally, truly, alone, he fell onto his body and stretched his body.
“Fuuuuuck!” He uttered. “What a day.”
After staring at the ceiling for a while, he wondered aloud.
“I was reborn to avenge.”
When he vowed to avenge in front of the Gods, he didn’t think his life would get intertwined like this. In his mind, he'd be reborn, he’d grow, he’d get strong, and finally he’d kill whoever was responsible. It was a straightforward concept. It was straightforward for him because he was a simple hunter who didn’t have to worry about anything other than his own self and the three people he had to look after.
In other words, his past world was tiny.
Kamil’s world was different. There was his family consisted of four people. And then there were those around him in the Fenchel. His new world was considerably larger and more complex.
His main issue was whether it was right for him to put all those people in danger just because he wanted exact revenge. He did want exact revenge but, if doing so would put Grent, Vilma, Faro, and Taro in danger, he wasn’t sure he’d go with revenge. He cared for them just as he cared for Fio.
“Fuck you, Gods.” He drew a middle finger in the air. “You never make things easy, do you.”