Purpose Of The Weak

After Mo Seris stepped out of the Third Manager's residence, he stopped to survey his surroundings, letting the retainers walk past him. 

It was mid-spring and the flowers were in bloom.

When Mo Seris had first arrived, he had been assigned a guide. When they had reached the Third Manager's residence, the guide had waited outside. Even now, the guide was still waiting for him, a few steps away, with a professional smile on his face. The man did not show any annoyance that Mo Seris had yet to acknowledge him. 

Further away were a line of Song servants who were available to fulfill any of Mo Seris's requests. Every one of them was a beautiful woman with expertise in receiving guests. 

They had already been waiting for a full hour, yet still stood at attention, without slouched shoulders or any sign of tiredness.

As a middle-class family, the Song Family could put on a display of wealth that would dazzle any commoner into a state of awe. The manor was full of scenic flourishes, from artificial rivers and small waterfalls, to expansive gardens and training grounds.

There were long roads that passed out of sight into the distance, and a perpetual bustle of people moving around in every direction, giving an impression of industry.

It was akin to a town within a town. And everyone in sight was a member of the Song Family.

Yet, to Mo Seris's eyes, it all rang hollow.

It was a golden sheen on a family estate that was close to poverty. Nothing in sight was a display of true wealth.

If the family made one bad move, then it would all disappear overnight. So, what else could it be other than an illusion for the masses.

Mo Seris smiled coldly. A peasant might be impressed, but any man of the Mo Family would look straight past such sights without blinking. 

He did not linger for very long.

He knew that the baby needed to be taken back to the Mo Estate. If it wasn't fed within an hour, it could die of starvation.

"Take us out of the manor," he said.

Even though the words were spoken softly, the guide heard the domineering undertone. And yet, Mo Seris could see that the guide did not feel indignant. 

The look in the guide's eyes showed that he thought that Mo Seris's demeanor was appropriate.

A person representing the Mo Family would certainly have some pride. It would be surprising if he didn't.

"Yes, right away," the guide said, his smile wide.

He made a subtle hand movement behind him, dismissing the servants, before gesturing towards the nearby road. There, the Mo carriage was parked, with the Mo insignia of a two-headed wolf emblazoned proudly on the side.

As he gestured, the guide couldn't help but admire the two bulky Demonbeast horses that were saddled to the carriage, restlessly champing at their bridles.

"Those horses are quite the magnificent beasts. They are monsters, even. It is incredible that the Mo Family can employ them in such a way." 

Monsters?

Mo Seris thought that the idea was laughable.

They were the lowest grade of Demonbeast, only equivalent in bodily strength to First Layer Martial Warriors, but nonetheless, it was still an extremely prestigious way to travel.

Even though the guide had led Mo Seris to the Third Manager's residence, it seemed that the shock had not yet worn off.

Mo Seris smiled slightly.

No doubt there were only a couple such carriages in the Song Manor, and they were reserved for special occasions. However, he did not have a high position in the Mo Family, and still arrived in such a carriage. It gave the appearance that anyone from the Mo Estate could travel around in style.

This demonstrated that the Mo Family was the Mo Family, after all!

Mo Seris knew that the guide's purpose was to receive him, and to prevent any problems from occurring on the Song Manor. He opened the gates that needed to be opened, and stopped any unnecessary people from offending those they shouldn't offend.

It was easy for him to act subservient because the feeling truly came from deep within his heart. He felt no contradiction.

Mo Seris gathered all of this from his limited interactions with the guide. The reaction was natural, so he did not think too hard about it.

There was an ironclad rule in the world. Just as some people are better than others, some families are also better. 

What purpose did the weak serve, if not to fulfill the needs of the strong?