Martin Goldstone was an extremely busy man. He had his hand in just about every merchant organization in the Lunarian Empire, and that wasn’t for nothing. He was the first commoner to ever rise this high without becoming nobility, and it was all due to his talent and charisma. Something his sons seemed to sorely lack.
They were arrogant, stupid, and irresponsible. Martin despised thinking those things about his own blood, but it was sadly true. He didn’t know where he went wrong. Sure, he didn’t have the most time for them growing up, but that was because he was making the greatest trading company the empire had ever seen. One that he was planning to give to them.
Keyword, ‘was’. They absolutely couldn’t be trusted with this much power. They didn’t have the respect for the effort, time, and sacrifice it took for him to reach such heights. It had taken him everything.
He had hoped that the suffering and clawing to become greater wouldn’t be necessary for his boys, but that simply wasn’t in the cards. They needed to taste how cruel the world could be at the bottom.
Or so he thought. As it turns out, they were the ones that were making the bottom so cruel. He had hoped that being at the bottom would teach them a lesson, but despite him telling them not to, they had told everyone of their lineage. No one would touch them.
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What a shitshow.
As if just thinking about them had summoned them, the twins themselves had rushed into his office at that moment.
“Father, we need you to punish someone!” The first demanded.
“Did you forget your punishment? You weren’t supposed to come back here!” He roared at them.
They paled before saying, “W-We wouldn’t have come if it weren’t serious!”
Gods he hated that they talked in sync like that. He just hoped that hadn’t actually spent one of their limited skill slots on it.
“Well, get on with it! I hope you haven’t come to waste my time.”
“We were attacked!” His first son, by a few seconds, shouted.
“Viciously and randomly!” Said the second.
At that, all he could do was sigh. His charisma was in the mid five hundreds. He could spot a lie from a mile away. They would know that if they ever bothered paying attention.
“You're lying. Tell me what really happened.” He spoke, already tired of having to deal with their bullshit.
“O-Okay. We were poking fun-”
His second son interrupted, “Harmless Fun really!”
His first son continued, “-at the overseer’s nephew, and he just went berserk on us!”
Another lie. They couldn’t even be honest when they knew he could see through their mediocre deceptions.
“What. Really. Happened.” He ground out.
“Well, it was a bit more biting than we let on, but you didn’t let us finish! He somehow became a Unique Being! And he had a really strong class!”
This was surprising. They were, for the most part, telling the truth.
“You are going to go word by word, and tell me what really happened, or so help me I will make you wish you were never born! Just how did you make an enemy of a Unique Being!”