Curse me one more time...

Hearing this, Orson had a look of disgust on his face as he tried to shuffle away.

'Put your hands off me, you mind fucker; oh my God, I feel so violated right now like my inner thoughts have been raped,' Orson thought.

When he looked up he noticed that the nurse had a funny look on her face, one that looked like someone who swallowed like juice.

'Shit! I forgot she mind fu... Sorry, read minds'

"I'm sorry for that" Orson apologized.

"It's nothing; reading someone's mind without their permission is truly a violation of one's rights, but the problem is, I can't turn it off, but I'm close to figuring it out.

So, back to your questions, it doesn't hurt because I'm using a divine healing spell on you; I'm not using mana but divine energy."

'Now that doesn't make sense at all. You can't just put divine in a sentence and then call it an explanation. Even though I can't use spells, I've studied them extensively to the best of my knowledge and resources; if only I have someone with a divine blessing, I can test some theories out,' Orson thought.

But this time, the nurse had already finished healing him so he had no qualms thinking away. Besides that, he was also shocked at the speed rate of the healing.

"Now that's what you call fast" He said.

"It is indeed. Now for the other question. You caused quite a spectacle with your actions before you were beaten so I was able to hear everything. According to what I heard, you were out for blood, and even when you were knocked down numerous times, you were still relentless and it was after stabbing the guard with a poisonous blade in the thigh, did he ascertain that the best way to stop you was by breaking all your bones.

Well ideally that wasn't supposed to happen as it is known that guards have a wide range of spells, and they were numerous ways he could have safely and efficiently rendered you unable to attack, but I guess you pissed him off beyond reasoning"

As soon as the nurse finished speaking, she left, and Orson could have sworn he heard her teeth grinding.

'I guess she's still pretty pissed about my thoughts, which on the other hand, she shouldn't have listened to, all in all, it is well'

After the whole hospital ordeal, Peter and Orson headed to the inn they had paid to stay. Orson wasn't himself as he was thinking about how much he blew his chances of getting into the Pearl Magic Academy, but even in that state, he noticed Peter acting weirdly.

How so? Well, he didn't say much on his way back and he was clutching his pocket from time, the very pocket where he put the letter they had gotten at the hospital.

After they had gone to their room, Orson couldn't hold back his curiosity again and approached Peter.

"Father, what was in the letter?"

"*sigh Always curious I see. Remember that guard who beat you black and blue?"

"Yeah, I do, and the painful thing is that you were there, and you didn't help me. What am I even saying? I can't believe I was waiting for your help, you of all people" Orson said.

"I can't believe, with how smart you are; you still let yourself get into sticky situations. Rather, you even get into them more than the average person," Peter said.

Orson shook his head and spoke.

"In this world, you need power, and power comes in various forms: intelligence, physical strength, magical ability, money, etc. You can't go far with only one form of power, you need a combination of two or more, and the ones who reach the top know that you need all forms of power to get there.

I can only boast of my intelligence now, but apart from that, nothing. I have no magical ability, I haven't reached the peak physically yet, our family has no substantial connections, and we're basically a little below a middle-grade family.

Since that's the case, what's the next form of power available to me? It's my physical abilities. Normally, physical abilities are boosted with magic, but since I have no affinity for magic, I have to train myself more than others and compensate also with magic artifacts, pending the time I might be able to finally wield magic. That's why I'm always getting into fights, because conflict creates strong men"

When Peter heard this he started laughing. He laughed so hard that Orson thought the ceiling was going to come down. Orson felt very embarrassed and thought if his real father would have been like this, or if his real dad had a bastard son, would he have treated him the way he had been treated?

"So, you're still on this power-grubbing shit; someone who can't even get into a measly school of magic wants to reach the top. Better be contented with what you have, boy, and leave wishes for horses," Peter said.

"Even if you don't admit it, you know what I'm saying is true," Orson said.

"Boy, even a dog is privy to the knowledge of what you said, but since it can't do anything about it, it remains nothing but a dog," Peter said.

"All in all, just tell me what the letter is about," Orson said.

"Well, I don't feel like talking about it again; you've made me tired with your incessant chatter," Peter said.

This was not the first time his father had pulled something like this, but anytime it happened, Orson was beyond pissed.

"Why the hell do you have to always be a fucking jerk?! " Orson barked.

"Scream or curse at me one more time, boy and I'll fucking grind your bones better than that guard could have ever done," Peter said.

"Fucking hypocrite you are, telling me to stop cursing!" Orson said.

"You know, I was joking when I said I wasn't going to tell you the contents of the letter but now I'm really serious. I'm not telling you shit! " Peter said.

"Fuck you Peter! "

"Come here you fucking brat, your dead... "