Chapter 2 Wolf that is loyal to its owner

Ragnar calmly put down the documents as he gazed at his son. His black eyes were calm and he was under excluding an incredible amount of pressure himself.

Crack*

The table was cracked open by the sheer pressure of his power. Ragnar got up from his seat, walking towards his son with indifference. He had the same black hair as his son, but some of them were stranded with grey color.

" Look at me, boy. I know you despise me and loathe me, but you are the only successor of me. You have to protect this country and give your life for it. You are Ryan Blake. Nothing more, nothing less. We are not one of the nobles because we are the soldiers."

Ragnar said, grabbing his chin with his hand. His hand was covered by the scars of the battle that he had gone through.

Ryan's face was calm, but his heart was beating so fast. He desperately tried to hide it from his father. However, he forgot who was his father. Even so, he grabbed his hand and pulled down with his all might. He bravely looked at his eyes with the flames that were eating his heart.

" You killed my mother, your very own wife. My mother was the greatest knight that this country had. She walked towards the righteous path, yet you murdered her with cold blood."

Ryan spoke, recalling the old valiant image of his mother. As the head knight, his mother was loved and respected by everyone until she was killed by her husband because she had tried to pull down the corrupted throne. He remembered the moment when his father accepted her death while standing next to her.

Ragnar's rage boiled when he heard his words. His veins popped out as he clenched his fists tightly. Intense bloodlust filled the room with the color of red.

" Leave at this instance. You are a fool and I should have left you to die in that castle."

Ragnar said while turning around to his table. He pulled out a mission with the longest period and threw it to his son. He was tired to talk with his son.

" I will detest you forever and I will personally destroy this country, but I will the people within just like my mother."

Ryan spoke while closing the door. His lonely back looked shadowy, unlike Ragnar's tall mighty back.

Ragnar rubbed his temple with stress, looking outside with contemplation.

5 years ago in the southern part of the kingdom

A beautiful woman with silver armor stood next to Ragnar while holding a glass of wine. Her bright silver hair and blue eyes made her look like a noble unlike her outer garment. She was holding a sword engraved with gold and silver which symbolized her identity.

" You look tired, have some rest before going to the castle."

The woman spoke, caressing his hair with affection. Her hands roamed through his hair like she was used to it. The gentle smell of wine intoxicated her mind as she looked at him with a soft gaze that was never shown to anyone.

" Mery, do you think we can end this without bloodshed?"

Ragnar asked, frowning with distress. He placed his proud head on the lap of the woman as he looked at her with love.

Mery carefully caressed his head to relieve his stress. Her blue eyes were focused on his face as she lowered her head. Her lips locked with the lips of his as she savored with delight.

" Who knows? I am sick of seeing blood all this year. My hands are tainted by the blood of all those innocent people."

Mery said, counting the numbers that she never had forgotten. Despite her beautiful appearance, Mery was a rose with thorns and her sword only served her people, but deep inside the pain of killing was making her crazy like countless ants was swarming under her skin.

The past was slowly consuming her mind and sanity. The only light that was left in her life was her family. Her husband and her son were the only reason for her life.

" Don't worry it will be over soon. Our glory will continue to shine as long as we complete this. The king will grant your request."

Ragnar reassured her with a soft tone.