Mount and Blade

Seranti lost her mother in the winter when she was 9 years old. Because of the "mistakes" she made, she was weak and was beaten by Arcas. Seranti only remembered that when she saw her mother for the last time, there was a deep whip mark on her face. The once beautiful and charming face was not only pale and weak, but also had broken scars. Her golden hair also faded to white overnight. The hollow eye sockets showed a trace of relief.

This time she finally did not refuse her own hands to hold her slender and thin palms. Maybe it didn't matter because she was about to be freed?

Seranti watched her mother who had died being carried away by the guards with tears in her eyes. The elf imprisoned in this high tower was finally untied at the time of death. The iron rings and chains had left deep marks on her neck, wrists, and ankles. The body covered with bruises was only wrapped in a piece of rough linen.

Seranti didn't want them to carry his mother's body away, but he got kicked to the ground by the servants' steel greaves. The severe pain in his abdomen and the feeling of vomiting made him faint, and his little hands could no longer hold his mother.

.........

The knights still came to Seranti to do various tests, even the test of combat fainting. His father no longer came to visit him. At first, Seranti had no power to fight back. Gradually, he mastered the skills of those people and learned how to dodge and how to fight.

Only when it was almost dusk did he have time to do what he liked, so that he would not let the whole day be filled with violence. Since his mother passed away, he only liked to paint. His works all had the shadow of his mother, a canary that longed to fly out of the gorgeous cage.

Because his mother always liked to look at the scenery outside the tower and the dense forest in the east. Only at this time could he feel that his mother's mood was not so depressed and full of yearning.

Is this where you want to go? Seranti drew the jungle and was stunned for a long time. He didn't touch it until the paint dried up. He stuck to the mother in the painting and tears fell.

One evening at a private training ground, 14-year-old Seranti saw his father who came to watch from afar again. Akas was followed by another man dressed as a knight. When he looked at Seranti, he looked like he was staring at his prey. At that time, Seranti didn't understand the dirty emotions in his eyes.

Akas... My mother died because of his abuse. I will never forgive this man. The flame of desire for family affection in my heart was severely suppressed by myself. I can't forgive this man...

At night, the door of my room was pushed open. Seranti, who always had a light sleep, rubbed his eyes because he had never faced danger and didn't know what it meant to be vigilant. For the first time, Seranti's room was opened in the middle of the night. A familiar man walked towards his bed. For a moment, he instinctively let down his guard.

"...Father?" Seranti opened his sleepy eyes and asked with some doubt. That was the last time he called that man father.

"It's not a loss to buy your illegitimate son's virginity for two thousand dinars, don't you think, Acas? He is just a half-elf. I will try my best to keep him alive."

"Tsk, don't play it to death, otherwise I can't explain to the old guys in the Knights..."

"Don't worry."

Following Acas was the knight he met during the day. After a few simple exchanges between the two, Acas left, leaving only the knight and Seranti in a room, which seemed to be locked.

Seranti suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly got up from the bed and wanted to escape, but where could he run to on such a high tower?

After a short chase between the two, Seranti was soon pressed to the cold floor by the man...

He struggled desperately to escape, biting the man's arm with his teeth, and then was slapped so hard that he didn't know which way was which. He was caught by the man's big hand again. With a child's body, he was completely powerless to face an adult. He couldn't hear what the bastard was roaring angrily... Seranti only remembered that he was in so much pain that he almost fainted several times that night.

Beast...

Dawn. There was no intact part of his body. His emerald eyes were filled with long-standing hatred. The tears of pain had dried on his face, leaving only hatred that was so strong that it pierced his bones. He was betrayed by the so-called father, and he finally understood his mother thoroughly.

Seranti became silent and almost wanted to die, but the shame was so clear, and the flame of desire for revenge burned in his heart.

He was unwilling to die like this.

He wanted to take revenge on the man with the hatred that belonged to his mother and his own dignity.

The strong desire for revenge awakened Seranti's desire to survive. He learned various sword skills day after day, and secretly looked up the killing techniques, various poisons, and herbal medicine when the library of the Knights was open.

Those originally non-toxic plants can be mixed together to form a drug that causes slow death.

But... Although he used this method every day to relieve the depression in his heart and release the desire for revenge, Seranti did not take action until a fuse became the only thing that ignited the father-son feud.

Acas, the son of that man, is already 18 years old. He always hears the maids say that he is a hooligan, and he avoids him whenever he passes by.

Although Seranti didn't want to listen, he inherited the elves' pointed ears and had very good hearing. Whatever happened to the man's other son had nothing to do with him. The man's son deserved to be a bad man. Seranti sipped his tea and sneered.

Maybe it was because of guilt or something else, Seranti's food and clothing were much better than before, and he was not put in the same shackles as his mother, but there were many more guards around the room to prevent him from escaping.

But that man...Akas would still sell his exclusive rights to the night to others from time to time. Many times he wanted to kill him directly, but he didn't want to kill his father. At the same time, he didn't know how far he was from him. Every time such a shame made him work harder to become stronger, and he endured it day after day.

But after each strong wind, the piercing hatred climbed up like bamboo shoots and vines after rain, extending and growing indefinitely until he could reach the power to fight against it. Only when he scratched his skin and bit the flesh on his arms, the deep hatred would be barely suppressed, so that he would not make the move of wanting to kill his father, because the consequence of his failure was that this unpredictable man would definitely kill him, imprison him, and he would never have the chance to revenge.

Seranti had long felt the man's increasing decadence, and his gradually fat body and thick white hair were the best proof. His martial arts were no longer as exquisite as before, forming a sharp contrast with his gradually strong body and martial arts.

He had the ability to kill him a long time ago, but why didn't he do it? Every time I lied to myself and said I would wait, it was because I was not strong enough...

Seranti sat by the window and looked at the teacup in his hand in deep thought. His slender fingers had become rough. Even the good recovery ability of the elves could not match his body, which was destroyed day after day. He swung the sword, shot arrows, threw, and ran day after day...

It seemed that only by falling into endless martial arts could he temporarily forget his troubles.

"...Master, you can't go in!!"

"Hahaha, what a joke. I came to see if my bastard brother was normal?"

"Master...you really can't!" "Pa!"

A big slap hit the maid's face, and the maid fell to the ground.

"Get out!" The boy's voice was very irritable. With the creaking sound of the door of the room being pushed open, a curly-haired boy with an abnormally pale face and dark circles under his eyes rushed in.

So noisy...

Seranti's pointed ears trembled irritably, and his melancholy eyes looked at the door with an impatient expression.

The man's other son, Stam, was visibly stunned when he saw Seranti's face.

Even though he was the son of the Grand Duke, he had never seen such a beautiful creature. Having seen countless women, he was stunned instantly. So beautiful, this was a delicacy that he would never allow others to touch.