Need for strength

Chapter 9

“Your mom would have been proud of you if she was here,” Aldric said while tapping on the metal seat by his side.

They were currently seated in one of the spectator seat rows.

“Well, she is not here, is she?” Ethan said, staring at the empty fighting platform.

Aldric flashed a smile. “She was so fond of you, you know.”

“That is what you always told me.”

Aldric ignored his tone and said, “I know you might be thinking she doesn’t love you.”

“She does?”

“Yes, she does, and in fact, cherished you more than her own life.” Aldric shifted his gaze to Ethan’s face, who was still staring at the space in front of him.

“Any time you get bullied, I feel my heart throbbing. My sister, your mother, sacrificed a lot for you. That is why you need to become powerful so that you can make her proud, and I see you are already making progress.” Aldric stood up and faced Ethan again.

“Ethan, stay safe.” And with that, he walked away.

Ethan still sat there, staring in the same direction. He needs to get stronger; that is the only way he can repay all those who wronged him and his mother.

Veins could be seen bulging on his face, his teeth shattered uncontrollably, and all the fits of anger he had suppressed all this year finally popped out, as though it was rain flooding his mind.

*BANG!

He hit the chair by his side, and a dent appeared.

“Anger will not get you anywhere.”

“You’re not strong enough, and you still act naively, so don’t think about revenge for now.”

Rowena wouldn’t want anything to happen to his successor before he even started his journey.

“I know. I won’t make any irrational choices. I will strike at their happiest moment, and from now on I won’t lower my head for anyone again,” Ethan said, his expression darker and grim.

In a large, spacious room, two long pieces of furniture made of gold stood at the front of a spacious bed. It looked like one of those beds a British king or queen would sleep in, but this was firmer. Strange crystals could be seen attached to walls, which had a silver line and emitted a light blue glow.

These crystals were known as soundproof, and they prevented any sound from leaking out of the room; it was a measure to block the Draconian race’s sensitive hearing.

A woman could be seen sitting elegantly on a single chair near the double windows at the side, flipping a transparent glass magazine. It displayed large text named “Draconian Daily” with multiple texts beneath it.

“My lady, Lady Rita is here,” said a lady dressed in red attire.

“Tell her to come in,” the woman said without looking at the maid.

“How are you, Sophie?” said a woman in her 50s as she sat in the second seat next to the woman’s seat.

“Cut the chase. What do you want?” Sophie replied while placing the magazine away.

“You’ve still got the attitude,” Rita said, with a smile.

“Ethan is still alive,” she said.

“I am aware.”

“Why do I feel you are not taking this seriously?” Rita asked in an infuriated tone.

Rita was sick and tired of her behavior. Sophie always acted calmly, and it really pissed her off. She hated Sophie to the core, but she still had to put on a facade as they had the same goal.

“Who told you I wasn’t taking it seriously?”

“You’re not,” Rita said, almost screaming.

“A wise person should always assess the situation before making any decision, and you… don’t look like one.”

“Did you just call me a fool?” Rita said, as her hands clenched on her dress, wrinkling it.

“However you want to take it, I just want to let you know that it was because of you that the whore’s son is still alive, and now you’re pushing me to make a quick decision that may jeopardize our lives.”

Rita hates to admit it, but she is right. If not for her rash decision, they would not be facing this crisis, but she still hates to be lectured by this woman.

“And remember,” Sophie continued. “Drago had a soft spot for that boy.”

In the palace, having an affair with a servant is strictly prohibited. It was a rule set by the first Draconian king, but that doesn’t mean some still didn’t try it in secret.

Lewis was currently forcing himself on a female servant. There were other servants inside the room, standing to the side, as though they were waiting their turn. This has been their fate for some time now, but currently, only one female servant is suffering the most.

She had tolerated his torture, called sex, but she could no longer stand it.

“Damm it. I am out of here.” She decided if she died, so be it, and she ran out of the room.

Surprisingly, he did not follow her, but she knew he would come for her. She ran outside and, unfortunately, bumped into Ethan.

“Are you OK?” Ethan asked, with a furrowed brow, and helped her stand up.

“Prince… Le… Lewis is after me,” she said, in between breaths, and her gaze roamed around unsteadily.

“Does he still do that to you?” Ethan clenched his teeth, which had become a habit whenever he was angry.

Anna was his childhood friend and his maiden until Lewis took an interest in her. Since then, she has become his sex toy.

*Boom

The door flew open, making Lewis, who was currently having a threesome, jump up and.

“Who the heck is that?” Though he screamed, he still controlled his tone because he knew only a member of the Royal family or an important person could blow his door open like this.

Ethan walked in with Anna behind his back.

“Oh, so is you, trash,” Lewis smirked. “It appears you want your ass kicked badly, which I will do.”

Lewis coated his hands in flames, but Ethan kicked him before he could take a step.

He did not restrain his strength, and the kick sent Lewis crashing through the wall.

He jumped through the hole he had caused, and Ethan punched without holding back.

“This is for the insults.”

*BANG!

“This is for taking my maiden”

*BANG!

“And this is for…” He stopped abruptly.

*Beep

His wristwatch beeped, and it was a message from Aldric. He was not the only one who got the message, as Lewis’s wristwatch also beeped.

He sent another punch to Lewis before walking out of the room as though nothing had happened.

The maids all looked at him with open mouths.

All the maids present in the room had only one thought…

“Who the hell said he was trash?”