Prologe 3 Itchy hand
"Eleina and I have decided to enroll you in the Gomobiroa academy" The boy's jaw dropped in a comical way, that had been a blow for which he was not prepared.
"Hey?" A noise of confusion was the only thing to come out of his mouth.
"The day of entry will be shortly, the day after your birthday to be more precise" Tom Elenges, the boy's father informs nonchalantly as the maid began to serve breakfast.
Several plates were carefully placed in front of each of the black-haired members.
Breakfast was full of meat and other protein-packed foods such as almond, eggs, and almond lentils. It was a very abundant breakfast wherever you saw it, although the absence of vegetables was somewhat worrying.
"Hey?" The black haired boy was still speechless.
"An academy?" He still couldn't quite process what his father had told him, not that he was slow-minded, it was something he was not prepared for in the least.
His father and his stepsister began to eat with calm and elegance, both were noblemen of the Elenges house, naturally both were raised as long as they could remember the correct use of cutlery.
The silly face that the boy had was unforgettable.
"Umm, Marques Elenges ..." Tom gave his son a questioning look, who gulped in fear.
"True, one should not talk in the middle of a meal" Was what the boy thought "What an idiot I am, I must be more careful with my manners, but still ..." naturally, instilled in the boy since he can eat by his own hands, even so the boy was somewhat clumsy to handle himself with elegance, every time he saw his stepsister eat with such elegance despite being less than the defeated sense.
«This son of mine was so cute when he used to call me dad, my son, when will you call me father again? »What the father thought was completely different, he was a fairly well-known Marquess who had made elegance a part of his being, however when you are the Marquess known mainly for being a beast on the battlefield, elegance and manners are of the least importance.
Tom Elenges, when he was a child, his father educated her fiercely in the art of the sword, however he always thought that the education he received from his mother was the most ferocious thing in the world, his mother was in charge of teaching him all the ways related to being noble. He did not want to be as strict with his children regarding etiquette as his mother had been with him, so if any of them did not follow the norms of noble society in his presence, he would act as if he had not seen anything and maintain her silent mouth from Eleina.
Eleina ... Eleina was so much like his mother that he even endeavored to eat elegantly in her presence.
"Liz Elenges! You are using the wrong knife to cut the meat!" Liz, the second daughter of Marques Elenges was 12 years old, it has been 7 years since she lost her mother at the hands of demons. Despite not being her biological mother, Eleina considered Liz as her own daughter and raised her as such.
Liz's face creased gloomily.
"Liz, that unhappy girl's face doesn't work for me, I've seen it so many times on your father's face that I've become immune to it" Tom's face creased pessimistically, as he prayed to God that his children wouldn't see each other. greatly affected by Eleina's strict attitude.
«Academia Gomobiroa. . . If I'm not mistaken the other day I saw an article in the newspaper that talked about her, but I don't remember what her article was about. . . » The boy ate in silence while he tried to get more information before finishing breakfast.
For a few minutes, nothing was heard except the sound of cutlery being used.
When everyone had finished with their dishes, the maids took care of removing the dirty avocados.
A sudden silence rose when the maids finally left the room.
Both Tom and Liz were looking at the black haired boy.
«Oh, not again.» The black-haired man was not good at dealing with his father and his stepsister. He felt like the black sheep of the family, they all had those dark circles under their eyes, serious faces and an aura that makes it difficult for one to approach and talk to them.
Still, he loved them both and they loved him.
"Marquis-"
"Father" Tom interrupted his son who was about to start a serious speech.
"Hey?"
"Call me Father" The boy shifted restlessly in his seat, the serious atmosphere of his father making him tense to some extent.
"But, it would be disrespectful to address someone as great as the Marques in that way" he excused himself.
"Remember
The boy felt uncomfortable, his father had managed to bring out the motto of his house in the middle of an unrelated conversation, with this solemn atmosphere the black-haired man did not feel capable of asking about something as trivial as school.
Silence descended on the dining room again, Tom and Liz were still staring at the black-haired boy. He, meanwhile, shifted cowardly in his seat while he felt the gazes of his relatives pierce like jaws piercing his skull.
The silence lasted 60 seconds, 60 seconds that felt endless.
At that moment Liz spoke: "Brother, let's have a duel"
His heart skipped a beat, his stepsister was challenging him to a duel!
"I think it is a good idea, Alfonso prepares the dojo for the duel at sunset, before dinner" Tom supported the idea almost instantly, and without giving his son a decision, he organized the meeting.
The boy just couldn't get used to his family no matter how much time passed.
+
+
+
Breakfast ended without another word from the Gomobiroa Academy and each of the members retired to their rooms.
The boy, as soon as he left the dining room, I asked a butler to collect as much information as possible about the Gomobiroa Academy and take it to his room.
This meeting with his family had made him more anxious than he expected, now he not only had to investigate the supposed school in which he is enrolled, but he also had to prepare to fight a duel with his sister 4 years younger.
Compared to all this, the slight pike sensation he was feeling on the fake hero emblem that rested on the back of his right hand was a trifle.
He had no time for gambling and hopeful illusions when he had to face a duel with a member of House Elenges, the house known to be the birthplace of fierce, unbeatable warriors.