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I was sitting and had time to look around.
I saw how my father looked at me with pride and literally glowed with happiness.
My mother was more reserved, but I saw a smile on her lips.
My sister also smiled at me and said that it was very cool to dance with Lucifer.
Heh, if only you knew that in one of the possible future events, you and Lucifer would dance on your son.
The representatives of the devils my age threw lightning bolts at me and ground their teeth.
Lucifer would hardly dance with them.
From this, I involuntarily stuck out my chest and looked at my peers with superiority in my eyes.
While I was sitting and watching how the young devils broke up into pairs, Glan Borbotos came up to me.
I tried not to let my disappointment show on my face.
I did not want to dance with these dead people.
And the fact that 1 son came up to me 2 is very insulting to my ego.
The fate of the second sons is to be a replacement.
They will not inherit anything, they will not receive anything.
They just exist. Just a tick and nothing more.
Most often, the Elder brother, when he takes the place of the head, mocks the younger one in every possible way.
If my father marries me to him, then in the future a situation may happen in which the head of the house.
That is, the elder brother can fuck me, and I will only be obliged to obey.
Because such are the rules. I do not like this at all.
This happens because 2 are constantly jealous of 1 and cannot come to terms with their fate.
Constantly challenging them in everything. In this regard, the rating or winning or deadly game really became a salvation.
Since 2 sons had a chance to show that he is better than his brother.
Therefore, while he was blushing and trying to say something, I quickly looked around.
And here is a way out of the situation, the heir of the Zepar house was sitting next to me.
Don't get me wrong. For almost any girl and noble family in the dungeon, marrying the 2nd son is a privilege.
Of course not the heir, but your children will not be at the end of the inheritance list. In my case, there are some problems.
First, I am a man and I like girls.
This is already a huge problem. Until I become strong enough to date whoever I want, I need to play along.
As soon as I wanted to get up and ask the heir of the Zepar house for help, a voice was heard.
"Move away and let me dance with the lady."
The voice was incredibly strange. It was childish, but it sounded hoarse.
As if the child had been smoking in the womb. Turning around, I saw the heir of the Sallos house. My savior is called Otor Salos.
I would never have thought that I would be glad to the members of this house.
The essence of their ability is that they absorb negative abilities, accumulate them and pass them on to their opponent.
They accumulate these emotions naturally through torture.
The problem with this trait of the clan is that the Sallos always feel this pain and negative emotions that they took from their victims.
Of course the effects are dulled, but every member of the house is going crazy.
Lately, a practice has appeared in this house.
If the demon understands that he can no longer withstand it, people are brought to him and he gives all his emotions to them.
They say that the head of the clan killed 1000 people after this. Just by giving away his savings.
I'm sure he didn't give away everything.
So how can you remain defenseless in this day and age? It looks like suicide.
It's a pity that they only thought of this. If this house survives until the time of canon, they can absorb sadness, depression (in my past life, this would have been very useful to me), longing and loneliness, and not just fear and despair.
So here is the practice of draining the excess in order not to go crazy.
A good practice, but as for me, it's too late. If they had done this from the beginning, they would have become one of the main houses.
While I was thinking about this, the conversation continued.
Glan was clearly stunned by such an insult.
Since his face turned blue and then red. He pulled himself together and looked down at Otor and said,
"I'm sure the beautiful lady wouldn't want to dance with a madman."
The insult caused sighs throughout the room. I was also in shock.
Simple teasing was one thing, but a direct insult was quite another.
And especially an heir. It could completely destroy the relationship with the house and cause enmity. And if the heir was insulted by another heir.
Even if I insulted him, the incident would be hushed up because I was also an heir and I tried not to pay attention to such things because such things happen often.
And our positions were about equal. Although our house is not part of the 72, we are the closest to Lucifer in history and in some ways our status is even higher.
Right now, in the incredibly traditional society of the underworld, 2 sons insulted the heir.
This could be perceived as a political move where the head of the Borbotos clan threw 2 in order to humiliate the Sallos house.
In general, an incredibly dangerous situation.
Otor's face turned incredibly red at that moment.
He had hardly ever experienced such humiliation.
"What did you say, cur?"
He barked, and together with his voice it sounded like a cartoon, but no one except me thought to laugh, so I had to hold back.
"You, a worthless thing, dare to insult me? I heard that in the Barbatos house, children are washed with blood. Maybe you washed yourself with your uncle's blood? If not, then are you so stupid?"
Wow, that was cool.
And the audience reacted the same way I did.
Uncle Glana or the brother of the head of the house Barbatos wanted to stir up a rebellion against Lucifer.
But he did it all openly, without fear of anyone.
Lucifer ordered my father to tie him up and bring him to trial.
My father coped with this task and already at the trial this incredible demon confessed to everything and challenged Lucifer.
The consequences are obvious. Lucifer killed him. And now the house of Borbotos has an indelible shame.
And I do not understand the attraction of the 2nd son to me.
If they wanted to establish a connection with Lucifer, then it would be better to betroth me to the heir.
Despite the fact that he is 600 years older than me.
There are such differences in age that I get scared. Meanwhile, Glana, clenching his teeth and fists, looked at Otor.
"For a madman, your tongue is too big. I know that the members of your house suffer from trouble with their heads, but if you do not know, then the house of Borbotos is not afraid of torment, we rule with blood."
My feeling is that Otor won.
The last speech is completely unclear, who did he want to impress?
At least he called for blood for effectiveness. Otor has already proven that he is not crazy. At least for now.
I do not think that the speech will continue, since both heads are already going to their children.
And the head of the house of Borbotos goes with a very menacing face, the end of someone's house.
Eh, he had a ghostly chance that his father would choose him instead of his first son. Such a rule really exists, but it was never used if the son is a disappointment, it is easier to kill than to bear shame.
In general, I expected less from children in terms of insults.
They really surprised me. Although they are devils, it is in their blood.
But I am glad that there are no dialogues like
"Sir, please tell me that you have a disgusting caftan, it is not suitable for approaching such a beautiful young lady."
I would have killed them both if such a dialogue had occurred.
All the servants and some nobles breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the conflict being over. And the play continued.
The heads of the clans said nothing to each other, but from the way the head of the Salos house looked at Nevel Borbotos, I realized that even if they had warm feelings, they had fallen apart like the Soviet Union at that moment.
Otor decided to take the last word for today.
"I hope that father will teach the cur how to behave in our society."
In principle, there is nothing offensive, he has the right to behave like this. After that, he turned to me.
"Lady, my invitation is still valid."
"I..."
Just as I was about to agree and extended my hand with a smile, I was interrupted.
"I challenge you to a duel."
Glan Borbotos shouted and threw down the gauntlet. At that moment, the world seemed to stop.