"Atone for your sins, for you have sinned and you have put my family in unnecessary danger." Licht sneered.
He removes his hands from the corpse's head and flicks his bloodied hand to the side getting rid of the excess blood. He looked up and found other orcs approaching the carriage. They had already sniffed out the blood of their fallen comrade and they vowed to murder who had killed one of them.
Lyra looked at Licht and different emotions welled up inside her. He had never provided an appropriate reaction whenever anything had occurred, she had even seen him arrive with claw marks and blood on his body but he still had that same look of indifference. That day, Licht refused to tell her anything and this had made her feel downhearted. Nevertheless, she still kept on loving him hoping that one day he will open up to her.
But at the church, after she had seen his status, she was somewhat disappointed but she immediately scolded herself. With his character, he would have made a great knight and possibly an even greater adventurer, just like his mother. She had hoped that he would be able to survive in this world, where the strong and rich rule over the weak and poor. She had prayed for him, she prayed that he wouldn't be left behind.
But it seems that he didn't need her prayers. She had just watched him ruthlessly kill an orc in a single move. An orc, one of the toughest monsters that would require a party of five to defeat was defeated by a 10-year-old child. That was unfeasible.
Meanwhile, Licht was in a dilemma. He had two options, expose his magic or his inventory. Both would equally cause a hassle; he could easily get away with killing the first orc by calling it luck but that would hardly work with the former. The while, a nearby orc roared in anger and ran in for the kill. It wasn't very intelligent, but to it, it looked like the brat in front of him was ignoring him.
In a second, the orc was sliced horizontally and cleanly into two halves. Licht clicked his tongue, his old habits from his past life had surfaced once again. Licht was smaller than the average height for a 10-year-old, he was about 3 feet and 5 inches approximately. With his limited reach, he only managed to slice the lower abdomen but that was more than enough.
"I guess I have to go with the katana today," he sighed. "Well damn. And I really wanted to try the scythe." He swung the sword around in a daze, wishing for a change in weaponry. He had made a special inventory for his weapons, and to make sure that each weapon had not been ignored he had made a system with the system basically. While still in a daze, another orc approached but Licht cut it to pieces with little to no difficulty at all.
The system he had made, had the concept of a lucky draw. Each weapon would be provided randomly, no matter the occasion, and a draw can be only done once a day. For the rest of the day, the same weapon would be used and you could draw again the next day. One would think that the idea would be foolish, but Licht thought differently. Licht believed that this would help him improve drastically with his weapon proficiency.
Licht ran to his father's location, he had to reach his father quickly. He wasn't going to lose anyone in his family, especially not that old man. The closer he got, the thicker the scent of blood grew. But Licht kept cool.
He could sense his father was alive through [Detection Magic] but some of the soldiers were not lucky enough to be alive at this moment. William looked at his son in shock and he shook in his shoes. A frenzied panic chipped away at his resolve; his family had always kept him going and he fought to keep them safe.
"Are you stupid? What are you doing here? Runaway or else you'll die!" William yelled anxiously. The orcs were still overwhelming them, but he had to hold out. There may be reinforcements coming in and his family had not yet left the clearing.
Licht turned to his father, with his usual lethargic face still intact. He saw William's anxious expression and smiled within himself. That expression told Licht how much William loved him, and Licht was grateful.
Licht, to show his gratefulness vowed to save his father and soon the tables were turned.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
William felt pathetic, to say the least. He was a retired elite knight, and yet he was saved by a 10-year-old child with a faulty status. William chuckled as he felt some brain-cells dying up in his head. There was no explanation for what had happened, and even if there was some way to explain it; anyone left with a functioning brain would call it a bloodbath.
He had previously seen a massacre when he came to the battlegrounds, but as soon as Licht arrived, the previous massacre now looked like child's play. Licht had been merciless in killing the orcs that William could not. Each strike was conducted with elegant and swift accuracy, making each slice a clean one. The speed of each of Licht's attacks was also unfathomable, nothing a 10-year-old should be capable of. And yet...
Licht stood over all the corpses that were of his doing, he was in thought. Even though his status had become faulty, he could still level up. He had just leveled up and despite not being able to see his level, he had felt the familiar surge of energy. Questions floated around in his head but he woke up once again to the sound of his father's familiar chuckle. His father's eyes were wild and were probably soon entering the path of insanity. Licht walked towards William and looked at his apathetic face, but his eyes held a glint of melancholy. With his two fingers, fore and middle, he pushed a common pressure point on the forehead and put William to sleep.
Reinforcement had come, albeit very late. The coachman had run to get reinforcements but hadn't informed the nearest knights of the urgency. Long story short, the coachman lost his job, the knights were useless, Licht had been exposed and the twins now came to fear the brother they once hated.
All was somewhat calm in the mansion, but the news about the Duke's lastborn spread like wildfire. No-one had known about the orc incident but Licht had soon been called incompetent by everyone in the kingdom in less than a month. People laughed; people pitied. Some sympathized and frankly some didn't even care. The news, "The famous Duke William now has a useless son."
Though, in a room, at the center of the capital where an insanely huge castle-like building stood. A figure stood next to the window as he continuously eavesdrops on people's conversation.
"Williams Hershold is truly an interesting fellow. Suddenly you gain an incompetent son? I call bullshit! After a few children, you soon became impotent, ya crazy bastard."