I sighed and pushed open the door. "Mom, I'm home!" The aroma of chicken porridge assaulted my nose as soon as I walked inside the house. I dropped my things on the wooden chair and went straight to the kitchen, where I saw my beloved mother.
"Knock, knock!" I remarked, leaning against the kitchen doorway. She turned around and surprise was very evident on her face. "Nicholas!" She came running over to me and gave me a huge embrace.
"My son became more handsome over time." I laugh at her remark.
She looks at me and touches my face saying, "You've become manlier since the last time I saw you, Nicholas. Have you been straining yourself? Please take good care of yourself, my dear." She, again, gave me one more hug. I was patting her back when I felt my shoulder moisten.
"Mom! Why are you crying?"
She sobbed, "I just can't believe that my son isn't the small kid I used to sing lullabies to anymore." I laughed as I dried her tears. "Enough dramas," she moved away and checked the porridge that she was cooking. "It must have been a long day for you, so take some time to relax, Nicholas. I will call you when dinner's ready, okay?"
"Mom, I will always be your little Nicholas, okay?" she smiled tenderly, and I did too. I gave her the bread and pastries that I purchased on the way, and then I went to my room and rested for a while.
Nothing's changed. It is the same small room that I grew up in. The same view of the horizon greets me. As I gazed at the golden sky, I was reminded of the upcoming annual tournament. I need this opportunity, so I must succeed.
This is one of the reasons why I strive to become one of the strong trainees in the infamous training camp of Sataraia. Because the upcoming annual tournament is organized by the King himself, not everyone there will be able to participate. It is held so that they can scout potential students who will help the Kingdom rise above the rest. Therefore only the outstanding trainees are qualified. I push myself to the limits, even trying to surpass them, to be qualified and outrank Imelda's other students.
I know my goals are excessive, but if I don't do this, I will not regain what's mine. Those greedy individuals who will soon meet their end and must plead for their lives should regret everything that they have done to me and my mother. I tightened my grip on the window sill trying to contain my wrath and contempt for those ungrateful swine.
"Nicholas, dinner's ready!" I was interrupted from my contemplation when I heard my mother's voice followed by a loud knock coming from the front door.
"Maybe it's Thria, she often gives me food for dinner. Go open the door and invite her to join us, Nicholas."
Without hesitation, I opened the door, and a pair of pretty amber eyes met mine, "Thria, long time no see." I said trying to hide my excitement. She's Tania's older sister and the woman whom I adore.
"I see, you're here, Nicholas. I just want to give this roasted chicken to Aunty Rachel." She said making an effort to ignore me.
"Mom's in the kitchen, and she wants to invite you for dinner."
"Thanks but I'm having dinner with Tania. Send Aunty Rachel my regards though." She handed me a plate full of roasted chicken and departed immediately. She doesn't change at all. She has always treated me that way since we were young. Well, she behaves in the same manner towards everyone our age. And the reason why? I know not.
I sat across from my mother and put the chicken beside the heated bread.
"Where's Thria?" Mother asks. I shrugged my shoulder.
"She declined your invitation, Mom. She said she'll eat with Tania." I started digging into the food my mother had prepared. This is home.
The following morning I woke up before the day breaks and did my morning practice. Now that the competition is just around the corner, I can't afford to take a break. I may be on a few days' vacation, but that doesn't mean I should laze around.
"The great Nicholas is home! Yet he makes no effort to even call on his attractive friend?" I saw Reiss approaching me with his hands arrogantly hanging in the air. The fief's owner and the Count's son, Reiss Frenp. We have a close bond and speak to one another like brothers because he spent his childhood with me. He's the only one who knows about my plan since he's the one who told me who I really am.
"Reiss, long time no see! How's the future count doing?" I said as we tapped each other on the back.
"Can't you see that I've been well since I look fantastic?" I threw my head back and barked out a burst of laughter.
"Seriously, what made you this cocky?"
"Brother, I think I met the woman of my dreams." I look at him with curious eyes. "And who is this unfortunate lady?" He slapped my shoulder and started telling me about the Lady from the nearby Kingdom that she met during the banquet at Marquis Hollins's estate.
"What about you? How's the plan going?" He suddenly asks as we sit on the log and watch the sunrise.
"Not much progress as of now. But I hope I win the upcoming tournament."
"Speaking of the tournament, I will be there to watch you. Father received an invitation, and I heard he will be there." I cast a glance at him. "What are you going to do? Your uncle will undoubtedly sit next to the King." He added.
The first person who betrayed my mother will be there. What should I do? Should I make a move or, should I keep waiting?
My brief vacation was quickly over. And now I'm returning to the training camp. I've spent the last days training, assisting my mother, and even teaching Tania some basic self-defense because she said it might come in handy.I've been also thinking about my uncle. Why hadn't I predicted this? Of course, as the King's vassal, he'll be there to watch the tournament."Nicholas? Is there something that bothers you? You've been zoning out since yesterday." My mother asks with concern.She has no idea what I have in mind. She is unaware that I already know our true identities. She won't like everything, therefore I've hidden it all from her. She kept her family information to herself. I put on a front that I was not interested in any of them, but when I was 17, I started to wonder why it was just my mother and me. Who are my relatives, where did we really come from, and, most importantly, who my father is?"I'm fine Mom. I'm just thinking about the tournament." I reassure her with a smile.
The competition is divided into three stages. The first stage requires you to demonstrate your combative abilities. The King will choose names at random to fight against each other. Your skill with weaponry and tactics, as well as your stamina and endurance, will be put to the test in the second stage. The last one, according to Imelda, is where things typically become nasty. We can utilize any weapon we have at our disposal. And the last one standing will be named the winner.The King is presently seated in the northern section of the Arena, and the eight of us are arranged in a line in front of him. Alexander was sitting to his right and the director was to his left as he was seated. As I observed Alexander, he appears to be helping the king choose who will face whom.I closed my eyes firmly, trying to keep my hatred at bay."Milla Bryson of Rendyl, and Hugo Fortden of Fortden Barony." The King announced.As the first trainees are announced, the audience applauds in excitement."Lia
MillaWhat an idiot. I thought as the two trainers took the insane girl out of the stadium.I witnessed the Director sincerely apologizing to the King for what had happened. Maybe the energy affected the girl's brain, affecting her ability to think rationally.As soon as the next and final match was announced, I noticed Imelda's champion approaching the center. I once witnessed him engage in combat with the other trainees whilst Imelda was watching. I often saw him working out by himself. I never saw him not practice, whether it was with a weapon or simply his bare hands."Nicholas is fortunate. Ryner isn't that challenging," a guy named Liam said. I didn't bother looking at him since I didn't really care. He isn't the only one who has attempted to strike up a conversation with me. But I have no intention of befriending anyone from here. I may have been exiled from my homeland, but that does not mean I will instantly live like a Sataraian."You know, I'm
NicholasIt's difficult to keep up when your opponent's strength involves agility. As I flee from these annoying arrows, I can feel the muscles in my legs tense up. I could sense Randen's presence behind me, so I tried to pick up my pace.When I reached the end of the pouring arrows and passed through the massive barrier, I noticed a large improvised tower. I slowed down when I spotted Liam crouching on the ground and Milla staring up at it with blood trickling down her left arm. At this point, I shouldn't be helping Liam because I have a battle to win.I picked up the pace and climbed the tower. I managed to pass through the first floor, but a wooden flank smacked the side of my torso, causing me to stumble slightly. As soon as I had a thought, I leaped onto the wood and used it to climb to the third floor, avoiding the spears that were about to pierce my skin. For a few seconds, I look down. I noticed the others
"You finally wake up," a familiar voice said as I opened my eyes to find myself surrounded by a wooden wall. "You were asleep for two whole days because you lost too much blood during the tournament," Mr. Hans explained as he handed me a glass of water."Sir," I said, struggling to get out of bed. "What happened when I passed out?""Obviously, Milla Bryson won. After you passed out, Milla was the only one who remained conscious." I exhaled, dismayed."I know how upsetting it is, becoming the champion is within your grasp but has suddenly become out of reach, this means that you have something more important to do than be the champion. Learn from what happened and try to figure out why it happened.""I'll go tell your trainer you've regained consciousness," he adds as he walks out of the room.I drank the water Mr. Hans had given me while staring out the window beside my bed. The event has been over for two days, and I'm curious what kind of awarding ceremony took place. I sighed and d
"I told you not to push yourself to be the winner, Nicholas!" My mother said as soon as I told her everything that happened throughout the tournament. We're currently enjoying lunch in the dining room of our home."But I'm fine now, mom. I'm here standing strong and healthy," I say proudly."You stubborn child!""Don't be upset, my dear mother. I have a suggestion," I said. She waited for me to continue "You know I have to work within the Palace mother, and I was wondering if you wanted to move to the capital so I could pay you more visits.""No chance, Nicholas. I don't like where this talk is going," she continued to eat. "But, Mom, the capital is almost a day's ride by vessel. If you stay here I won't be able to visit you as often.""I'm okay with it, Nicholas. I can visit you, but I won't be staying in the capital," she said firmly making me sigh in defeat."All right, mom. But, please, stay safe here.""Nothing happened to me during the months you were gone, so I'm good," I nodde
A high-ranking noble. It's been five days since we went to the Count's house and since I knew that information about my father. I kept my silence and did not dare ask my mother about it. Days passed by quickly and I just did my routine every day. Tania's joining me on my morning practice, and then I'll help my mother with her chores throughout the day like, going to the market and cleaning the house. Sometimes Reiss visits me asking about my final plan but most of the time bragging about his lover."Are all your belongings ready?" My mother asks as she checks the boxes full of personal stuff which I will bring to the capital tomorrow."Yes, Mom.""Nicholas, try not to involve yourself with the Royal Family too much or any other nobles. They are all dangerous, and no one but you can protect yourself from those of power." My mother said worriedly."Mom, I can protect myself and I promise I'll just do my job to teach the Crown Prince, nothing more." She nodded. I understand why she kee
When I realized that we had already docked, I returned to the carriage. We will arrive at the palace before dusk, the coachman assured. I was simply glancing out the carriage window, observing the residents of the capital. Much nobility is strolling around the bustling streets, and guards are on patrol. The coachman makes a halt at a restaurant a short while later. "Mr. Avenier, you will eat here before continuing on your journey to the palace," the coachman stated with courtesy. I gave a nod and exited the carriage. People are simply passing by it, treating it like any other neighborhood eatery. Perhaps as a result of its extremely plain external decoration? The coachman stayed at the carriage, but I ignored the thought and went into the restaurant. With hesitation, I opened the door, and a well-dressed man welcomed me right away. "Mr. Aveneir, right? Count Frenp asked us to serve you well for today," he continued, sounding as though he was anticipating me. " This is the tab