A Conqueror

After the meal after being scolded by his parents, Lark and his brother Ludis decided to retire to their respective bedrooms.

"Lark you said you wanted a purpose right?"

After putting the candles off, Ludis grabbed his brother from his bed and talked with a cold voice.

"Eh? ah! so you heard about that!?"

Getiin caught by the sudden change in his gentle brother, Lark was embarassed that his big brother heard his childish banter between him and butler Ruple.

"Tell me Lark?!"

But seeing his brother who he thought to be mad at him for having a naive dream, Ludis was instead serious, as a gleam of a child's was seen upon his eyes.

"Yes"

Lark, upon seeing his always calm and gentle brother, having a serious expression and an aura of an excitement, Lark answered his brother meekly.

"And that 'purpose' was to be a hero right?"

"Yes"

So he also heard that huh?

Lark thought to himself.

"But unlike me, brother already has his purpose right?"

"To be the successor of the house and carry it till your death?"

Lark began to question his brother, who seemed to be the same as him, looking for his own purpose.

"HAH! I would never live like an average man, and die like an average man!"

"Like hell, would I live out my life in a lesser noble house like this!"

Ludis, broke his seriousness, into that of a child who happened to suddenly thought of an idea.

"That's why Lark!"

Ludis stood up with fervor and straightened his posture and pointed his index finger at him.

"A CONQUEROR!"

"I WILL BE A MAN WHO CONQUERS THE WORLD"

"AND YOU WILL BE MY CHAMPION!"

"THE HERO OF THE WORLD!"

At that moment Lark felt that despite his brother's spittle hitting his face and the childish talk about his ambition, he saw the tiny frame of his brother standing at the top of the world, but he didn't felt happy about it, after all, beneath his brother's feet wasn't that of dirt and rocks, but corpses.

"The people have suffered enough!"

"And so I have come to one conclusion"

"I will unify the lands and finally bring peace to this hell!"

"If the kings, only think of lands as nothing but assets to stand upon, then I, myself, will chop off their legs!"

"If the kings only thought of people as nothing but labors and slaves for war, then I will gouge out their eyes!"

"I will destroy each and every single one of them!"

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'The conqueror and the hero of the world, huh?"

At the middle of the night, Lark began to ponder the crazy talk his brother had given him.

'But who would have thought my brother would have such a dream that even that the powerful kings of the world would have never even dare to think'

Lark stood up from his bed and looked at the statue.

'What should I do grandfather?'

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My grandfather was a renown hero throughout the lands, he was known for the man who wielded his sword like a horse chopper, and cleave through thousand of men in a single battle.

I aspired to become like him, a legend, a symbol of fear and reverence, and so I trained and trained for years, until I could fight even a veteran knight to a draw, but that wasn't enough, and soon I thought, did I really enjoyed it?

While I was wasting time to train, the noble children at my age became successful, while I, myself, could only fought off a single man, and what's worse to a draw!?

Was becoming like him the purpose I was given birth?

And so I once asked the man, who gave me that purpose.

That very man said.

"Hah! so you could fight a knight at your age?

when these esteemed self was also at your age, even I couldn't defeat the teens at my same age, gahahahaha!"

The answer pissed me off, there was so much blood in my head, that my thoughts were clouded, and before I knew it, my fist drove itself to the jaw of the man.

"Hah! is that suppose to be a punch?!"

'So was my sacrifice all ended up in vain, huh? you bastard!?'

'A hero? are all of them nothing but swindlers, that destroys the life of a naive child, who looked up to them?!'

'Or was it that you were blinded by your own title, that you forgot your purpose?!'

After saying a bunch of nonsense to the man, I threw another right punch at his face, but this time I felt my head cleared itself and my body lighter than it used to, it felt like my body could even contend against hundreds, no! thousands.

'Thud'

Though the punch got the right destination, my fist felt like it hit steel.

"Now that wasn't bad!"

There I saw my very own hand, balled up into a fist, grounded in the man's face, but the latter doesn't seem to mind it.

"Now, my turn!"

The man gave me a smile that, even from now on sends chill up in my spines, as I felt my own consciousness losing it's focus, and finally the cold sensation of the ground.

'That's your answer, boy'