Anybody else feels like that its still 2020?

Jason and Alex couldn't comprehend what the Lord said. "Recreate the time when he submitted himself to a human?" Was there someone whom the Lord himself served loyally?

They didn't ask what he meant by that. Alan was dissatisfied with something, and his patience was running out.

'Your father came here once.'

'Don't be stu-'

"-pid. My Father would never ask for help from you." is what Jason wanted to say but got stopped as a bullet flew past him. Several guards surrounding the Lord fired a warning at Jason.'

'Your father did come here, 17 years ago. The only reason I'm allowing you to stand here before me is out of respect for your father.'

Alan had become the head of the Pierre family, and soon after was crowned Lord. It was the recent days of his start. He had learned how to walk like a lord, talk like a lord, breathe like one, deal like one.

It was in these days that a man along with a woman walked in. The man had an appearance brimming with confidence. He was an energetic man. The woman beside him had a majestic presence.

Having smooth pale skin that glowed, it could bewitch anyone to touch it. But Alan's instinct told him that if he laid a hand on her, he would not be lucky enough to get it back. The threat did not emit from the man but the woman herself.

Her graceful features, pure white hair, and smile could make anyone envious. Having a ring on her hand, she was assumed to be the man's wife or perhaps fiancee.

The man walked in like a king who owned the place compared to Alan, who looked like a lost child who was mistakenly sitting on his throne. Such nature possessed the man who is called humanity's strongest soldier.

But compared to his cold eyes and stern face which he wears today, Charles had warm eyes, an ecstatic personality, and a thrilling smile. He practically barged in and demanded a jet for transport instead of greeting Alan.

Who is this arrogant Bastard? Has he no manners? Alan thought he was a prideful fool.

'I refu-'

A bullet went straight over his head. Charles wasn't even looking where he was aiming. He was so fast that the guards didn't have time to react.

'I won't ask a second time.'

Charles replied with mischief in his eyes. His smile showed no fear.

'Guards! Take aim!'

He only laughed at his response. Alan was feeling smaller and smaller.

'Then let's see who dies first. You or your 16 guards.'

Only 8 of his guards were visible. The rest of them were hidden, but he had counted them perfectly. Alan's heart pumped with fear. He couldn't help but admire the man who didn't bat an eye at the guards' attempt. He only gazed upon his silently calm wife.

'How about a game?'

Charles didn't like unnecessary killing. He would rather walk away with a jet instead of leaving 17 dead bodies in a stained room.

'A game?'

'A game of chess.'

The conditions were simple: Loser has to do whatever the winner wants. The new Lord was fond of chess, Charles was aware of that. As expected, the Lord agreed. What Charles was not aware of was that Alan was an unrivaled player among many masters.

"If you want to destroy your enemy, you have to be smarter than him." This was Alan's personal philosophy, but it didn't matter. 2 minutes into the game, and he had lost miserably.

Charles was grinning from the start to the end. It wasn't the smile of a human but someone who had transcended it. A God or a devil, to Alan, that person was worth worshipping. Right there, Alan pledged his loyalty to him, but Charles didn't seem to care.

From the time he came in, he left with the ownership of a jet in 5 minutes.

Having heard the story, Jason remembered he did listen to rumors of his father being a cheerful man but thought it was nonsense.

The one who made him this way was his wife, Jason's mother. She had died in a mission called "The Last One." The only one accompanying her on the mission was Charles. Other details are unknown.

'Had you come in like he did, I would have gladly given you anything you wanted, considering it an honor for helping that man's descendant.'

Everywhere his father went, he would accomplish the impossible. This wasn't the first time Jason heard this kind of story about his father.

'But you are no king. You are a Failure.'

Alan went on. Every time Jason had heard those stories, he would always feel the gap increasing between him and Charles.

'You are a disgrace to him! An eyesore.'

Nobody needed to tell him that. He knew no matter how hard he tried, he could never be like Charles.'

'Okay, I'm going to stop you right there.'

Alex's voice broke the torture. He had enough and didn't have time to listen to Alan.

'So, basically. His father defeated you in chess so hard that you developed a weird fetish and became masochist.'

Jason and Alan forgot he was even there. It was the second time anyone had talked to him in such a manner.

'And you want us to beat your ass in chess again if we also want a jet, right?'

'Alex, you idiot.'

Jason expected a barrage of bullets any moment now, but none came. Alan felt something in Alex. The feeling was nostalgic. In him, he felt like he was seeing Charles.