Chapter 146: Bastard
[I have never loved my wives.]
For a second, Alex thought he had been hallucinating. No way Elias Deathwill would even write such a thing in his diary. That was like exposing the worst and dirty secret to his in-law.
What did he think? Did he think that Alex would keep that to himself, or perhaps Elias Deathwill believed that Alex and his daughters would find his wives and help them in his place?
That was just disgusting. Alex had no other word in his mind. In fact, Alex even compared Elias Deathwill to the orcs as his friends had been calling those monsters disgusting pretty a lot during their dungeon conquest.
And he didn't even feel bad about comparing his father-in-law with those monsters.
'You have made all those empty promises… You secured the best talent from the whole continent and even beyond as you took Princess Mia from the Dullahan Kingdom, Schnee's mother from her cat tribe, and climbed those mountains to reach Stella's winged race… You took them far away from their homes… for what?'
Alex clenched his hands.
He and his homies had made a small camp for themselves by that time. Everyone took their seats and tended to each other. Naturally, in that scenario, the homies talked to each other.
And as the new member of their party was quite shy, the homies carried the talk. But as Alex never replied to them, everyone inferred that something must have happened.
They didn't bother him and spoke between each other in whispers.
'It's not only that… Since you never loved your wives, you literally lied to everyone and with everything,' Alex felt like smashing the system window.
However, that window brimmed with an important page from Elias Deathwill's diary.
Alex narrowed his eyes, 'Why did it come out now? Other than meeting with my friends, nothing significant happened…'
[I have never loved my wives… I have always been aware of it, just like I knew about my callous side though… When did I exactly develop that side? I think it happened after my grandpa's last breath. He was a swordsman I respected, but not the king. As a man who wielded the sword, grandfather was the best person to follow. I learned a lot from him. But as a man who wore a crown, he was the worst. If it weren't for his strength, our kingdom would've been conquered a few times and divided between our neighbors. We would lose our rights and become slaves if it weren't for him. After he died, my father took the throne, barely managing to keep our people safe. That was when I understood my grandfather's words. I didn't just focus on swordsmanship. I had an abundant talent for a sword, so I always could spend more time learning other stuff. What I focused on was communication and people's hearts. I learned about body language, studied psychology more, and tested it on the maids. As I could see through their problems without telling me about them, they opened their hearts to me, revealing everything. I even learned through my brother's plans of treason. He wanted to ally with our neighboring kingdom and eventually become their vassals, selling our royal blood. That was when I knew I would become the king. As I never lacked the talent for a sword and even became a pioneer in our kingdom, I also became like an unsurpassable mountain to others. Those who had talent saw a great help in my back. They knew I could support them. I purposely created an image of a God that could fix all problems and help them become stronger. I made so many empty promises that I even forgot them. It was somewhat rewarding as I managed to get the best of the best to my kingdom, creating the Deathwill Castle you are in, successor… Honestly… It was pretty exciting now that I look back on what I've learned and gained… Nonetheless…. Successor… Nothing felt more rewarding than cutting the enemy's necks. No woman, no power, no status could even come close to what I felt while killing my enemies. I was thrilled on the battlefield! I loved becoming stronger! At some point, I thought that I had wasted those years on the books, learning about people! I was the better version of my grandfather! I just needed a sword! I just needed my weapon to lead people to better lives! No… I was a battle maniac. How many times did I leave the throne to go to other continents and realms? I couldn't care less about my people or women… I only cared about my daughters because…]
"You fucking bastard," Alex whispered through his teeth.
His voice was low, yet everyone around heard him. That kind of tone, expression full of indignation, and trembling body left his friends and Dancing Shadow beyond shocked as they stared at him with wide eyes.
Alex stood up.
He held the weapon Elias Deathwill made together with a dwarf in his right hand. That weapon had yet to bring out its full power.
But as he clicked on the system with his, Alex suddenly took out his Ice Breath. It was a weapon he shouldn't even wear here as it was for level twenty. That weapon was too weak here, yet he took it out.
[You can not use Elias Deathwill's Swordsmanship(S) with a different sword in your hand.]
"Dual wielding?" Pedro asked with squinted eyes.
Alex nodded, "Yes. Deathwill… People will think of one figure after hearing that surname… They will think of a bastard swordsman who had ruined the lives of countless people. They detest and hate that surname.
I will change it. I will make people see Deathwill in a new light. My girls and I will become that light, and we can not have even a shred of the former kingdom other than its surname.
I can't follow that man's steps anymore as I loathe him from the bottom of my heart," Alex whispered before taking steps outside.
His friends hurriedly packed their staff, following him with confused looks. Only Tomo Homie understood a little as he had done enough research.
Wielding two swords, Alex utilized his two swordsmanship skills.
[Bone Swordsmanship(E)]
[Alexander Deathwill's Swordsmanship(S)]
"Dual wielding sounds quite hard," Tomo Homie said, mentioning burdens that come together with that battle style.
Alex smiled, "I can't give up on a sword. I have to surpass that bastard."
