Chapter 38

Chapter 38: 38

I received a report that my father wanted to talk to me and headed to the room where my father was sleeping.\n

Open the door and go inside.

There’s just my father sleeping in bed inside, and there’s nobody else. It’s just the two of us.

“Father, may I call you?”

“Ars, well done.”

My father said that in a firm tone.

I feel like I haven’t heard my father’s clear voice in a long time since he has been unable to speak properly these days.

I’m losing weight. That doesn’t change my appearance, but my father was alive in his eyes today. Until yesterday he had eyes like a vain dead man even if he was conscious, but today’s father, as in the past, had eyes that frightened him of what he sees.

“That’s a little hot. What day is it now?

“It’s November 2nd. Should I fan it if it’s hot?

“There’s no need for that. Summer already. Until a while ago, I think it was spring, but you’ve fallen asleep a lot.” \n“Yeah, it was tough while your father was asleep. I’m in trouble if you don’t get better soon.”

“I know. This level of illness, I’ll try to cure it tomorrow.”

After my father said so, the room is wrapped in silence for a few seconds.

“Ars, there’s a lot you haven’t told me yet.”

That’s what my father said, staring into my eyes.

“I’d like to hear anything from your father.”

“Don’t you need to tell me crap now that I don’t even have to talk about it? Let’s talk about my previous life.”

That’s what my father said, looking up at the ceiling.

“I was born elsewhere than this Randolph. It’s a countryside in the corner of Meesian. The lord there was a bad lord who took a lot of taxes and was always forced to live in poverty. I couldn’t stand living like that, and when I was about ten years old, I jumped out of my house, flew out of my village, and went to town. Just that day was the day Governor Meesian was visiting the town. The lord of the town was a nobleman of ancient ginseng, even the Meicians, who invited the governor to a party or something. It’s an old story, so I don’t remember the details. It’s such a frivolous memory, but I remember it clearly.”

“What is it? \n“It’s how the Governor takes soldiers in luxurious armor and goes down the streets of town as he crosses a big white horse. That’s when I was shocked. Until then, speaking of nobility, I was shocked by the Viceroy’s splendor, his grandeur, because it pictured a virtuous lord who had ruled my parents’ house. After I saw it, I wanted to be governor and lead a lot of soldiers.”

My father tells me to miss the old days with distant eyes.

I knew I used to be a peasant, but it was the first time I had heard exactly what kind of life I had lived.

“Then I practiced my sword on my own, became a soldier, fought in the dead, raised my battle skills, and then was taken up by Master Le Maire, and when I realized it, I was a lord”

“Does your father still want to be governor?

“Huh… that feeling is gone about the time you were born when you got married. A weak lord, but I guess I was more satisfied with my heavenly life than I used to be”

After my father finished saying that, he said, “Go ho ho!” and began to cough.

“Are you okay!?

“Goho! Goho!… Ha… sounds like you’ve spoken a little too much”

My father breathes.

\nWhen he heard the reply, his father closed his eyes and fell asleep with a restful face.

Then without ever waking up again, three days later my father took his breath away.

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“Beginning today, I, Ars Lovent, will inherit the trail of my father, Raven, and become the head of the Lovent family!

Then, as my father told me, I made a declaration in front of the ministers that I would succeed the Rovents with dignity.

My father created it in a generation, this Rovent family.

It is difficult for the still weak Rovent family to survive these tough times.

You have to be strong.

I cemented my resolve to be sure to use my powers, to strengthen the Rovent family and to protect what my father had created.

And then a few days later, information came in that the son of Governor Meesian, his brother Clan Salemachia, had enlisted.

From that day on, the days of struggle began as the Lovent principals.