Apologies for the lack of chapters I have been busy and didn't get the chance to upload
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I let out a small chuckle remembering how that old man fell over and was so easily defeated by a child.
Even though I am technically as strong as a D Rank Adventurer I didn't show any power above E- and only what I should have, he was just a bumbling fool with a sword and nothing more.
"How did he think that was a good idea?" I said out loud
"Whose idea?" Terra asked who was still nearby.
"Michael's. He asked an 8-year-old to marry one of his daughters after my parents died. He didn't even know the kind of person I am and his daughters are probably in their 30s at least." I said exasperated.
Terra nodded and said, " You're not wrong. I do remember meeting some of Mom's cousins when I was about 6, and they were all adults already except for one who was younger than me."
"He actually had another kid at his age?" I asked surprised
"I could be wrong, I'm not sure. It was a few years ago and they could be from a different part of the family," she said with a shrug.
"Huh. He is a weird old man filled with greed and spite, it shouldn't surprise me," I said not caring anymore about that topic.
"I do have one concern though."
Terra looked over at me again with a questioning look.
"He said that the Orcs would be purged. To me, it sounded like he wanted to exterminate them," I said with a cold tone.
Terra stared back at me and remembered when Michael said that. "If he does intend to kill all the Orcs he wouldn't have much problem finding people who hate the Orcs because of their raider tribes."
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Silence surrounded us as a question popped into Terra's head but she hesitated to ask it.
"Do you hate the Orcs Jack?" she asked
I looked over at her and thought about it for a minute.
"No, I don't hate Orcs." I said "Only the ones who attacked Thornbranch. I can't blame an entire race when only a small part of it is to blame."
"There is no denying that the Orc Raiders are a problem but I have met many other Orcs who just want to live their lives in peace."
Terra sighed in relief as I said that.
We sat there for a little while longer.
Eventually, Terra got up and told me "You seem to be doing fine. We should probably start going back, we have a room ready for you when you get back if you want."
"Yes, please. I have been in your room for 4 days now, you should have it back."
"Thank you," she said happily and got up to leave.
"Are you coming with me?" she asked, confused about why I wasn't getting up.
"No, I am going to stay here for a while," I said not moving
"Ok," she said back with slight worry. "Please be back in time for dinner. Mom and Dad need to talk to you about... what is going to happen with you."
"Sure thing," I said back and laid back down staying up at the sky.
I heard her shuffle around the tree and saw her grabbing a spool of rope and bringing it with her.
'does she think I will...' I thought to myself surprised but said nothing.
When she left the area I thought to myself. 'I do feel bad for making her worry about me but I need to get this taken care of'
I pulled out the Black book and opened it to the page on my contracts I then said "Summon Brakos"
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Michaels POV
"URGH! That brat! who does he think he is!" Micheal yells while riding in a carriage
it has been a few hours since he tried to attack Jack and the Tiger had knocked him out.
When Miranda and Erik heard, they ordered the guards to 'escort' him back home and not let him come back anytime soon.
He woke up furious inside the carriage but maintained his composure as others could see him.
He had a reputation for being composed at all times but that brat had caught him so off guard he lost it and tried to attack.
It wasn't enough for a Child to break his composure but knock him out as well, it was unacceptable.
When he arrived back at his home, a small mansion in the city. He immediately went to his study and started to yell.
"That Brat doesn't know how good I can make his life! He is so stupid that he would rather toil in the mud than live the life of nobility as someone with his blood should!"
"How could he refuse my offer? We could exterminate the Orcs just like he wants if he accepted but NO HE DIDN'T ACCEPT!"
*knock* *knock* knocking was heard at the door.
"What do you want!" he yelled as he stormed over and opened the door.
Standing on the other side was his daughter, Agatha.
Agatha was a young girl with Black hair tied up in buns on her head, she had blue eyes and was a little older than Jack.
She wore a cute white dress with pink dots at the bottom and a short blue stole around her neck tied with a red bow.
(a stole is that scarf-like thing most people wear to graduation or what a priest wears in a catholic church)
When Michael saw Agatha his face softened and he spoke in a kind voice... Kind voice!? "Ah Agatha sorry I didn't mean to yell."
She looked up to her father and said "Did things not go as planned, father?"
"No sweetheart it didn't." he sat down on his chair and Agatha came and sat on his lap.
"I'm sorry I know you wanted to marry him but he refused," he said in a calm and apologetic voice.
"Your cousin has been keeping him away from me and probably forced him to refuse my offer," he said as if Jack hadn't just beat him up earlier today.
Her face pouted but she quickly changed her mood and smiled "That's fine I will just have to convince him to love me my own way."
She got up and skipped away toward her room.
"Such a sweet girl. I promise you Agatha I will do what I can to bring you your love." Michael said happily after she left.
But his tone changed to anger "But first I need to find a way to eliminate that other B*tch of a niece of mine," Michael said before he started to grumble and think of a new plan.
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Agatha POV
"Oh, Jackson you sound so dreamy, when I get my hands on you I will never let you go," Agatha said as she skipped towards her room.
When she reached it she entered and locked the door. Then she walked over, closed the curtains and opened her wardrobe.
The wardrobe had no clothes on its racks instead it had boxes, boxes filled with drawings. Some new some a few years old.
Each drawing was drawn expertly, always depicting 2 people. A woman who looked like an older version of Agatha with her hugging, kissing, or even getting married to a man, but each depiction of the man looked different.
In some drawings, the man looked short with scars on his arms, in others he was tall and built. Fat, skinny, crippled, running, noble, armoured, each one depicted Agatha with a different man.
On the back wall were even more pictures. So many you couldn't see the back wall, but if you removed them you would realize you had 4 inches of extra room.
The pictures on the back wall were even more varied but these had writing on them.
Fantasies and stories about how these 2 people met and fell in love. How they met at school, how they met in the forest, how he kidnapped her. All of them depicted Agatha meeting a man and they both fell deeply in love.
Agatha grabbed a blank piece of paper and started to write another story, about how Agatha saved a boy from an Orc attack and he fell in love with her.
When she finished she put it up with the rest of the stories and looked at them all reading the names of the 2 people over and over. "Agatha and Jackson".
"oh Jackson..." she said with a sigh as she caressed one of the drawings.
"You sound so perfect, being able to summon spirits, fight, cast magic, it's all so perfect," she said with infatuation.
"I haven't met you yet but I can't wait. When I do can only imagine how you will try and win me over. I am already in love with you but that doesn't mean I will give myself to you... or maybe I will who knows? Soulmates know their love from birth and you are the one for me." she said getting more and more excited and obsessed.