Chapter - 8

After some heart to heart talk with his underlings. They took him to get out of the room and attend today scheduled lesson. 

A scheduled lesson is a way for the Baron to enrich his young servant by making the old servant teach their life skill.

And today lesson is a fighting lesson from knight Boin, which take place on a training ground outside the building.

Frozen--

But, Arthan currently is standing frozen in front of a humongous open door. He has fallen in thought with his eyes closed.

Ironically it will be his first time, fully awake, to get out of his own home!

‘After this door, there should be a fully ornated gorgeous gothic style castle! The inside may be plain because the family is in decline. But the outside shouldn't have changed much, right?'

The third-generation head of Douglas house with the title Count was the one who built this castle.

Thus, Arthan, as a castle life fan himself, has full expectations about the grandeur view of the castle.

tap tap tap

With eyes still closed, Arthan tread three-step forward and then opens his eyes to see what a magnificent view he wants to see.

POP!

SNAP! SNAP!

Yet what he saw after opening his eyes made some veins on his face snap in rage from how outrageous the sight he saw is.

‘Are you fucking kidding me? How mad does that Count ancestor of mine!’

His brain was like a computer that kept printing the big red 'Error' word everywhere on the screen, his face twisted, and eyes red like a monster from hell.

The scenery he saw was so monotone that he wanted to whack to bloody mess whoever had designed it!

As far as his eyes can see, all were never-ending vast brownfields.

Vast in here means it was unbelievably vast, almost three times as big as Michigan stadium! Yet it also so bares like he was in some desert region.

‘Bloody hell! Even a desert at least has sand dunes!’

Of course, there are some trees, albeit they were merely planted so sparsely around ten meters off the main building.

‘It’s a brown world, the ground, the castle, the building, the wall, the far-away giant gate, and my suit, WHICH DANG LUNATIC DESIGNED IT!’

However, the biggest shock for Arthan wasn't the monotone colour of the castle building, but its design!

‘Lego castle’ this what flashed in Arthan mind when he saw the building. The building is similar to a perfect block of butter coming out from its pack.

No decoration could be found, except an eyesore pointy tower in the middle of the building like a sore thumb that creeps Arthan out.

'Give me a bucket of sand, and I can build a better-looking castle! Even with both eyes closed!

Which lunatic is the architect of this castle!

It's blasphemy!'

Arthan genuinely wanted to burn the architect alive at stake.

The castle is so vast. The inside is though it not heavily ornated like a gothic castle on the Earth, it still could be passed off as a plainer style gothic castle. There is a master who carved and designed the inside meticulously.

Yet a big block of rectangle stone castle design at the outside really fucked up Arthan fantasy of castle life.

‘How that Count ancestor of mind let—'

nudge

“Boss, we get to go. The others are already glaring at us from the training ground.” Toby nudged Arthan, who was still in his own shattered fantasy world.

“SCREW YOU!” scream Arthan right at Toby's face and throws off guard all of his underlings.

Silence

None of his underlings dares even to breathe.

Thump! thump!
With thumping sounds of his heart hear clearly in his ears, Arthan took some breath to calm his overexcited mind down.

Inhale~

Exhale~

Following Arthan breathing action, all four of them also take a deep breath and start to question their life decision, the one that hours ago they made.

‘God, can we just pay bail and forget this lunatic was our boss? He is bloody creepy!’

Inhale~

Exhale~

Arthan keeps taking a deep breath and gently lets it out to regain his composure back, “Wheeze…”

“Are you okay, boss?” asks Toby with some concern for Arthan and his own life.

Getting his composure back, with a sunny smile, he apologises, “My bad... let's run then!”

ta ta ta

With eyes rolling from his underling from behind his back, Arthan leads them to the training ground, where he will do his first lesson as a young servant of this magical world.

The vast training grounds in the Douglas castle are split by fence into three parts, a close combat training ground at the south, a cavalry training ground at the middle, and a long-ranged training ground at the north.

The training ground that Arthan needs to go to is the cavalry training ground. The largest out of the three.

Nearing the meeting point, Arthan could see a dark complexion of a bald-bearded middle aged-man staring at him and his underlings. This middle-aged man is Boin, one of the knights under his father.

CHILL!

‘Dominance intent, good god! I know you are a quasi-pro rank! But are you really need to use that for a mere show-off?’ thought Arthan in shock.

Although the power is too weak and much worse than mana less old Terry, stare. The dominance intent presence shows that the owner is a quasi-pro rank since the apprentice rank can’t influence mana much.

‘Gosh…another hard nut to crack!’ laments Arthan, officially joining the misery of all children in the castle.

GLARE!

Boin wasn't the only one glaring at them full of irritation; behind him, standing in line according to their group. Groups of children, boys and girls, also glaring at Arthan and his underlings irritatingly.

ta-tap

Two meters in front of Boin, Arthan and his underling stopped and then stood straight, giving a salute to him and in unison, apologizing for their unpunctuality, "I'm sorry, sir!"

“What took you so long, a bunch of shrimps! What is the use of those four limbs of yours? Should I make it to eight so you can walk faster?” Boin scolds with booming voices.

buzz buzz

‘Sure, I’m late! But can’t you turn the volume down!’ thought Arthan irritated about his ringing ears.

"I'm sorry, sir!" once again, in unison, they are apologizing.

Although Arthan hasn't decided about 'How he shall face his family', he still needs to live in the castle according to its rule.

Thus, even though it will be an arduous task to do, with his quirky disposition and short-tempered nature. He needs to bear everything in and follows the stuffy rules and mannerisms, at least at the surface.

Finding a new face at the centre of the group. Boin interestedly ask Arthan, “Who are you?”

Though, even before Arthan can answer the question, Boin once again asked him with another question, “Are you Topaz nephew, the little devil in the gossips?”

"Yes and no, I'm human, sir!" still in salute position, Arthan respond, showing his untamed nature.

murmur murmur

When Arthan confirmed that he was Topaz nephew, a swarm of booing and jeering voices came from the many children behind Boin.

“Boooo! Another ass kisser!”

“Heh… boots licker like his uncle!”

“Damn retards, uncle-nephew!”

The simpleton Toby face was red, showing how enraged he was when hearing his new boss jeered by the crowd. As for the other three underlings of Arthan. They are merely standing there calmly watching the show.

They know it won't be long before those booers shut up. All needed is the right time and space for Arthan to spank all their butts down.

“Shut up!” scolds Boin.

Boin likes to see how the young generation is full of youthfulness and fight with each other, but all against one is another matter.

murmur murmur

Another stream of jeering voice was coming from behind Boin.

However, this time the jeering voices were quieter, and only a bunch of boys in leather armor dared to voice it out since the target was Boin and not Arthan. They are all magico rank soldiers under the Baron.

‘Fine, I want to save some of your faces as his senior, but you do not want it, then enjoys your cake!’ thought Boin, a little bit annoyed.

Boin has sipped some liquor today. Thus, he was in a chill mode; that is why some privates dared to jeer at Boin.

If not, there is only bloody hell waiting for them.

“Are you ready to show off your power?” whispered Boin to Arthan.

Topaz had exclusively warned him before he went to Albea, 'Arthan is a devious devil in child body! Don't ever be deceived by the miserable facet he shows! If he wants it, he could hurl all the kids back to their mother womb! Don't ever be fooled by him!'.

Not knowing, he has been sell-out by his fake uncle. Arthan, trying hard to hide his exasperations from his voices as he asks Boin while showing finger-sized staff in his palm, “Can I use my staff?”

woom woom

The stick in Arthan palm got bigger into its actual size, and all children suddenly went silent.

They have already heard about this magical weapon of Arthan from the gossips that Topaz deliberately disseminated.

"No!" answers Boin short with a nasty smile.

"Can't you tell me the reason, sir?"

“Hmm... " utters Boin trying to show that he was in thought when he actually did not even try. Smilingly Boin says what is in his mind, "Because…it will be no fun!”

Hearing the answer from Boin, Arthan rolled his eyes subtlety.

Without caring about Arthan emotions, Boin suddenly yells, “Pedro get your asses here! Don't worry, I will not slap you for your trashy mouth!”

"I didn't even say anything!" protested a boy in full leather armor, except the helmet.

tap tap tap

He calmly strides out from the line and leisurely walks towards Boin and Arthan.

ta-tap

When Pedro stood next to Arthan, the contrast between their heights was clear, with Pedro at least two heads taller than Arthan.

“Both of you will show to the other young one how good your martial arts are,” orders Boin to the two of them.

"Meh... don't blame me if he falls in one hit!" warn Pedro to Boin that this fight will not be a fun thing he can enjoy.

murmur murmur

Noticing that the crowd was also excited and full of anticipation like it was an Arena, Boin quickly set down the ironclad rule of the fight.

“But, I need to warn both of you that there shouldn't even be a trace of mana in your attack or someone gonna gets some smack from this palm!”

CLAP!

The thunderous sound of clap from the muscly thick palm of Boin hitting each other sounded very clear in Arthan's ears and made him stunned for a second.

‘It wasn't a simple clap!’

The clap gave Arthan the feeling that two mountains were flying in the air and crashing at each other.

He could even feel the collision power of the two hands from a meter away from Boin, which showed how powerful the collision was.

‘This is the power of the knight under that man? And there are still two more monsters like him?’