"You know I have the worst relationship with my father, right?
"Yeah, sorry"
I feel somewhere awkward from the look on Olivier's face who replied briefly.
I heard what you were looking into beforehand, but I expect you may be feeling guilty.
"Never mind. As I've said before, Olivier, it's natural for you to look into me. And every nobleman, no, even the average family, will look into the marriage beforehand."
It is the merchant who cares more about the past and family of the married than the aristocrats. The same goes for business, but there is a verse that ambitious merchants will eventually consider to be aristocrats, so they make a leap towards welcoming into the clan those who do not succeed the noble children or the governor.
But no one with bad terms. If the gold is rough, if the femininity or masculinity is bad, it sticks even when it comes to bonding with nobility. That's the merchant.
"My father never treated me properly as his son. I've never thought of myself as a proper father, either. My mother was no longer in the mansion anyway and my stepmother was a very good person, but my relationship with the side room sucked so I didn't want to put any extra strain on that guy who tried to take care of me. So I was immersed in my grandfather's mansion. Playing with Yennie, fishing for books, it was kind of a fun peace back then"
But suddenly the end will come at that hour.
"As usual, someone attacked me on my way to my grandfather's mansion. He hit me in the head, lost consciousness, and I woke up in some facility."
"Why?"
"It's my father's fault. If you don't have the talent of a sword and ignore me, which my grandfather likes. Well, I didn't ask him personally, but I was defiant of my father and sideroom at the time, so I guess he didn't like the area either. When an official from the facility told me that he couldn't leave until I was rehabilitated, I finally found out that my father really neglected me."
The institution was only a name, and it gathered all the problem children out of the hands of the aristocratic children - it was a camp.
It was like a sweep away, troublesome place for kids who could cause problems if they were in the mansion.
Officials are watchmen but only really monitor them. If the child you keep doesn't die, it's the style that you leave alone, so it's better for the child to do it in the facility.
There were many children not only of nobility, but also of merchants, who repeatedly fought over factions and power, competing over who would become the general of your mountain.
"I wasn't interested in children's troubles with each other, I spent days locked up in my room with no one. I dreamed I'd get out of here and make sure I avenged my father. But I shouldn't have. I didn't deal with anybody, and I was targeted and kept getting violent from people in the facility."
Turns out Olivier took a breath.
Do you think it's terrible, or did you feel sorry for me? But Jared never thought he was unhappy about himself.
Even as he continued to be beaten and kicked, he continued to endure dreaming of avenging his father.
"At the time, I was still too weak to be hit, not even able to use the first steps of witchcraft, not having any experience in battle. It was three older boys named Luther who helped me."
Luther, who was also a strong man in the facility without being targeted in the same isolation, helped me whether it was whimsical or had another purpose.
Beginning to act together, violence decreased, but malice from those who disliked Luther increased instead.
"I taught him how to beat people up. I taught myself thoroughly where to beat them to pain and how they can take their will away from them. Luther was my first friend, my master, and my brother."
I learned to teach him how to fight and resist. I learned to clear my depression with the person in front of me, not the father who isn't here. After three months, Jared and Luther had become one faction for just two.
"We had a purpose. Surviving in a sweeping facility. And escaping from the facility. To avenge my father, and Luther to help my sick mother."
Luther and Jared were brotherly, having slept together for only three months and became trustworthy relationships among hostile humans.
Assuming one of them falls in the middle of his mind without fulfilling his purpose, if Jared, Luther will avenge his father instead, and if Luther, Jared will exchange promises to help his mother instead.
And by causing a major dispute in the facility, he defeated a guard who had become thin and granted him an escape.
But that was a series of ordeals from there.
Later I found out that the facility where Jared was put in was illegal and in a despicable place that even his lords didn't know about. On the border with the Dragon King, the cold, snowy land relentlessly attacked the Jareds who flew out without proper cold clothing.
At the same time, it becomes bloody eyed and officials come looking for him that there is no way to let the son of a nobleman or a well-known merchant escape, even though he is a troubled child. Continuing the chase, even the hostile children began to cooperate with the officials.
The relentless assault came when only two people could not allow themselves to attain peace.
The officials also thought that even if they could not kill the noble child, if the noble child were to kill the noble child, they could handle it in the form of an accident, and Jared and Luther continued to be pursued for killing purposes, not for captivity purposes.
The most troublesome thing was that some of the chaser's children could use witchcraft. Jared and the others were hurt, bleeding, but kept running anyway. But they'll catch you sooner or later, even if they're solidified. Once again I swore that if only one of them could survive, it would be better to serve its purpose to survive, and I broke up with him with a promise of reunion.
He bled a lot because of the wound, and Jared, who was dying, walked a long way from the facility, losing consciousness. The person who saved himself like that was Almeida, who later became a master.