"Wake...!" Ambient sounds were ringing in his ear as he groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
"...Up!!" The female voice persistently yelled at him urging him to wake up
Splash the water was cold, really cold,
Charles immediately jumped up from the cottage he was sleeping up as soon as he felt the water touch his body, he was looking at his body soaking wet before he looked up fixing his gaze on Miranda, the short black haired maid glaring at him with wild eyes like she was gonna kill him any second, her glare annoyed him
"What the heck was that Mira?" He rubbed his forehead with his index finger and thumb
"Get the hell up Charles, the lord is waiting for you." Her words were more cold than the water that drenched his clothes and he felt his skin tingle.
'I'm going to meet that monster like bastard again' he cleaned the water of his face with his shirt and slowly stood up.
"Do I have to go?" Charles asked her, he knew his question was stupid but he still asked anyway looking for a way to dodge the meeting with that man.
"Why do I care? My job is to deliver the message, it's up to you whether you go or not" she slowly opened the door and fixed her gaze at Charles who was busy removing his wet clothes, smirk "but I advice you do, if you want to keep living that is." Bam, she shut the door and Charles stared at the door blankly.
"I swear I'll kill that bitch one day" he muttered to his self as he took his pants off,
'but is that even possible? Even the maids are all mages of at least the first key but I'm a nobody' he rummaged at a pile of clothes given to him by his junior cousin and put put them on.
Charles' s life has always been chaotic, messed up and fucked, it's been that way for him since he was a kid, kids his age called him jinx, in his town he was always the lonely kid who didn't have a friend, his dad died while saving him from being killed because he was snooping around a nobleman's carriage and the noble man didn't like it so he sent his guard to kill him.
"It's not my fault kid, I'm just doing my job" the guard brought out his sword preparing to slice the young Charles head.
"Pathetic" Charles said looking directly at the eyes of the guard, the guard was flustered and subconsciously took a step back.
'what's wrong with me? I can't possibly be scared of a kid, but my instincts have never been wrong, that's why I've been able to survive for so long in this dreaded world, the eyes on that king are like the eyes of a cold blooded killer's gulp, cold sweat ran down the back of the guard.
"So you live your life as a tool and kill without hesitation when given orders and then what? You're saying sorry? Why are you sorry? Is it because you feel pity? Or you want to make yourself feel better? To be able to sleep at night? Don't delude yourself you cold blooded killer" a mischievous grin appeared on the face of the young Charles as if he had caught a mouse in his trap, this grin did not seem to fit the appearance of cute 5 year old who just started knowing what the world was like.
"Why are you wasting his time? Do you want to die too?" The second guard came out of the carriage drawing his sword while looking at the first guard with disgust
'just who is this kid for roman to act like this?'
While his gd was still fixed on the first guard an unexpected intruder came in.
"Dad? What are you doing here?" Charles asked the black haired man who seemed to be his father " do you know how long I chased after you brat? You just went off on your own again huh? Want another beatdown?" His gaze extended from Charles to the guards "oh? Gentlemen? What harm did my boy cause? I'm really sorry he al- slice
"..."
"..."
"Hmph, get on the carriage, the viscount is very tired from the long trip" the second guard told the first guard who was standing still shocked from the situation that occured.
Charles eyes went blank, he looked down at the beheaded corpse of his father .
Anger, sadness, loss, grieve, depression, these are all the various emotions one feels after losing a long one, let alone someone like your father, but Charles felt nothing.
'huh? Why do I feel nothing at all? My dad is dead right?' he looked at the corpse once more to confirm, his rationality had always been a problem, it got to a point that his rationality subdued his emotions and he wasn't like other kids his age and was even more rational that most adults, that was what it was supposed to be but
But
But
But
But
But
But
The memories of his father flashed through his eyes, he wasn't a good father but he tried his best, he always tried to put his family first, he always fought to provide for his family, but why did he just stand there smiling and allowing them to kill him?
I know it wasn't his fault but...
It wasn't my fought too right..
'thats right, it's their fault' his gaze shifted to the two guards heading into the carriage.
That night Charles came home alone and broke the news of his father's death to his mom and she broke down in tears, but Charles was 'i killed people, but I don't feel bad and I don't feel good either, it was just plain, is that what it feels like to kill people?'
Plop he fell on his bed covering his eyes with his left arm and went to sleep.
He woke up the next morning and found that his mom hung herself in her room
'mom...' he looked at his mom as he came searching for her because he had been asking what they were gonna eat for dinner and didn't get a reply only to find a hanging corpse.
"No!!!!!" Tears filled his eyes, was this the feeling he had only seen and heard about when one lost their loved one?
"At least make both launch and dinner too before you die!!!!" Or maybe it was just the feeling of losing your food source.
Anyways that was the beginning of his life as an orphan and the reason why everyone in town called him jinx as they believed he brought bad luck to his parents and was the reason they fell into a heavy debt immediately they gave birth to him.
He lived his life as a dirt poor orphan untill he was twenty and recruited as a low rank mage soldier for a nearby county because they thought he had potential.
Ha.. 'me? Potential? Those days of fighting in the slums for a slice of bread were better than my life now' plop he sat down on his bed again and saw the food by the side on a small wooden table barely standing due to his nail and hammer effort
"Or maybe not, at least I get free food" he finished his food and stood up opening the door "did I forget something?" He suddenly remembered "oh right, my spellbook" he stretched his hand forth and a ragged looking booking under his bed flew straight to his hand, grin 'my lil secret, heh.'
"Well let's go meet the lord" Bam, the poor wooden door that looks like it might soon collapse shut.