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Fifth Part - Father and Son, Mother and Son

Part FIVE

Father and Son, Mother and Son

The currently immobile purple-haired guy grunts while glaring at the man before him. "You're an evil bastard. Where the hell is my sister? You didn't dare hurt her in any way, did you?" he cries out forcefully. He can't counter the tightness on the chains wrapping around his body. He tries to force a move but unfortunately, to no avail.

Andrew's not intimidated by what he has said. He's rather annoyed. He sets aside his impassive stare and hissed.

He causes the chains go tighter, making Gielien enjoy the distress over the humiliation of being a warrior in a foreseeable hopeless death. The immobile man groans then he grits his teeth trying to partially ease the pain.

The formerly fiery milieu is now in a collected disposition—but collected might not be the right word—for in the eyes of the two warriors are rational and understandable gestures of grudge and aversion.

The now immobilized guy in purple hair seems to have a hard time dealing with those metal chains surrounding his body, which makes him experience an unexpected debility—as he can't counter the chains of paramount strength, causing his body to give up with his mind still ablaze.

He cusses again enraged, "Damn you, Andrew!"

The other guy shrugs, "Same to you, Giel."

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On the other room where his younger sister and the other man with the long braid of hair are staying, the scenery is wholly the same. The little tiger kept inside the metal cage has a strong desire to get out and be freed.

The man who still looks somnolent yawns again. He's waiting, and has no chance to have his sleep.

He's expecting something to happen. He wants his poor cadet to show up at once and do what he pleases.

He wants Gielien prove him his worthiness and intrepidity.

Again, he leans his back on the wall and draws out a sword precious to him.

He looks at the sword as it reflects his face.

The man sits down and wipes the blade of his sword with a cloth. He murmurs to the girl beside him, "What do you think, Neo? Your brother's not yet here. Maybe he's really not planning to take you home after all." He looks at the girl, "But he can't still take you home if he dies in this place. Right, Neo?"

The girl looks down. "Big brother Gielien won't die. He won't allow that. He won't allow me to die either," she calmly says. "I can't understand why you're doing this. If Father will be seeing this, he'll certainly give you severe punishment, Big Brother Dominique."

The guy tightens his hold on the sword grip. "Father's dead, that old man. I don't care if he'll give me several punishments for what I'm doing now. I hate him. Maybe ... I'm just conveying my hatred for him to his favorite son, since he's already dead."

Neome doesn't want to believe what he's telling her. She puts up a determined face and tells him, "You're saying lies! You never did that. You never believed Father had a favorite among us as well. You didn't even care if Brother Gielien will be Father's successor. You are just making up other reasons on why you're doing this!"

Dominique flinches at her words. He suddenly loses his tight grip on his sword and skeptically looks at her.

What Neome said is true. The guy in light magenta hair, Dominique, didn't care about who will succeed his father, even if he knows he's the first son born. He might just be playing with them, but who knows if that's the truth?

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Their father experienced the last hours of his life not too earlier ago.

He was a man of prestige and great influence, and was indeed wealthy.

When he was younger, he first met a young maiden, of medium height, long, straight hair—a real lady in a sweet appearance. He fell completely attracted to the fair maiden.

Shortly, they became lovers despite of his busy atmosphere for his work. Until came a time when he hadn't been able to look for his responsibilities as the lord of his land.

His mother decided to let him marry the fair maiden for she believed if that happened, her son would be able to work properly again and for their land to be on its manageable state once more.

The expectations occurred. The two had had each other and the domain was well governed. The fair maiden lived at the old mansion from then.

Months passed and his mother was bored.

She wanted to see the next person who would inherit the land, a grandson of hers—to have a child inside the old mansion which she viewed dull and lifeless without a little soul making a a little noise and a bit of chaos around the place.

However, it seemed that the couple got a hard time having a child.

Another month went by and it was still a dull and lifeless old mansion, same as what it used to be.

Nobody anticipated what had happened next.

It was quite a surprise when his mother presented her dear son a well-dressed lady of splendid bearing.

The clouds of thought were cleared. His wife was not the only fair maiden in the world.

In front of him stood a uniquely fair lady, without the sweet appearance for she's more like elegant than sweet, who keeps a long flowing hair of blonde color at her back.

She got an eloquent tongue, smart and well educated as she is, and is a proud lady.

Besides those, there's still another thing she have been keeping—a name so becoming and suitable to her. Everyone who has known her calls her Lady Monique, and she enjoyed being addressed that way.

This lady is not all earnest and tact, she is also hiding in herself a playful and dexterous personality.

Out of the blue but directly to the point, his mother told him that this young lady in front of him would be his mistress from then.

He was not astonished although he couldn't believe it either at first.

His mother explained it to him, told him what she wanted, and as a son who couldn't object the wants of his exacting, strong-willed and pioneering mother, he had no choice but to do what she pleased.

What his mother planned worked. A little boy was born from him and his new mistress.

A little soon after she recovered, Mistress Monique told them that she wanted to continue her travels. She has a hobby of traveling and cruising, and she wanted to travel more. She left the place, letting her young son stay at the old mansion.

The little boy stayed with his loving grandma and his ever-busy father. He received everything he wanted. He became a spoiled brat and nobody dared to touch him because of it.

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 End of Chapter 5: Father and Son, Mother and Son