*Pang*

A loud slapping sound echoed in the study room.

Jonathan V. Tuesday ran his fingertips across his left cheek. The burning sensation accompanied with a stinging pain left a red mark on his left side of the face.

He looked to his front and saw his father with a post swinging motion of his right arm. Count Tuesday face was red as an apple. Vein popping out of his forehead and neck. His breathing was ragged.

Count Tuesday was seething with anger.

After calming himself down and fixing his disheveled blonde hair, with a very low and calm tone Count Tuesday asked.

“Do you know what you have done?”

“Y-y-yes father.”

Jonathan stuttered. He was taken aback by how angry his father is by the thing he has done.

A day ago his father was going around the town to check on the residents. This was his weekly routine of rounds. As a noble it was the Count responsibility and obligation to look after his people.

From big problem such as bad harvest to small problem like an argument between two shopkeepers. Count Tuesday was content with this everyday life.

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While making his rounds, suddenly a man approached the Count with such a vigor. The man appearance appeared rough and experienced with combat. The knights accompanying Jonathan father intercepted the approaching man ordering him to state his business.

The vigorous man introduced himself as a mercenary.

“It is nice meet you Count Tuesday. I want to join the expedition that the lord are assembling. My name is Wolfred and I has been a mercenary for 10 years.”

The man named Wolfred talked about an unknown recruitment for an unknown expedition. Count Tuesday seemed confused by the abrupt request of the mercenary.

“When since I were recruiting for an expedition? Never once has I thought of doing so in my life.”

Is he getting senile and forgetting something this important? Count Tuesday couldn’t believe he was getting senile while in his 30s.

Seeing the Count trying to deny ever having spread out a recruitment flyer. Wolfred took out a piece of paper and gave it to a knight.

“Here is the flyer for the recruitment.”

Once the Count received the piece of paper, his face morphed into an ogre. At first he thought Damian, the family heir was the one who made the flyer but he was not the kind of a person to impulsively recruit people for a sudden expedition.

Then, who was it? Is there some malicious people targeting his family? No use thinking for long here.He needed to go to the printing workshop for the truth.

After he done questioning the staff working at the workshop, he knew the truth.

“Jonathan…..”

His forehead veins popped out like popcorn. His face slowly turning red.

Madness. Madness was seeping into his heart.

Anger. Anger was slowly controlling his body.

His unfilial son name burst out of his mouth.

“JONATHAN!!!!!”

Jonathan touched the back of his neck as he felt a sudden chill. Jonathan was at the training ground. Swinging a wooden sword. As a proud noble, he has to show those peasants the beauty of a noble swordsmanship while he gallantly slice the dragon neck.

‘Hehehehehe’

He snickered while daydreaming. Jonathan was laying on the ground. He barely swing his wooden sword for 20 times.

Jonathan rarely train his body. To him the body of a noble such as himself didn’t need rigorous training. He hold the believe that if he did the bare minimum his physical will be greater than the commoners. But reality was harder than he thought.

“Ughhh…..”

“Young master! Your father called for you to go to his study room.”

Jonathan personal maid Sarah came running towards him. Her face was frightened. She could imagined the outcome of this short and brief meeting between the father and son.

Sarah was aware of what her idiotic young master has done these few days. She was more afraid of what would happen to her rather than the well being of her foolish and naive young master.

As she sees off her young master into the study room, she earnestly prayed to god to protect her job as a maid in this wealthy noble household.