166 Weakness is Sin

My mother was there sitting on the throne, looking down.

"Azon, what kind of trouble did you cause?" said my mother.

"It was nothing, your ladyship… I just went for a simple stroll and exterminated a devil clan and killed a bunch of Zagell clan descendants… Nothing to be worried about," said Azon as he looked down.

My mother put her hand on her head and shook her head.

"We've talked about this, you are not to go about committing mass slaughters anymore. Ever since this princess' father subdued you, you have gracefully served as my servant. What caused you to do something so foolish," said my mother.

"This ungrateful woman spat on the pride of your son. Planning to marry a Zagell Empire descendant. The young lord asked me to kill them all, so I did. The young lord decided to keep the woman as a slave," said Azon.

"They deserved death!" yelled my mother.

"And you little dumb slut, how dare you offend my son. You had the good fortune of a lifetime to be his woman. Yet you dare run off with some other devil. You deserve death as well," said my mother as she waved her hand killing Mira on the spot.

"Mother! That was my slave," I said in protest.

"My dear son. If this princess wants to kill a dumb slut in the Xertzul Abyss, who dares to stop her?" my mother replied.

"Let this be a lesson to you son. The weak have no right to speak!"

My mother was simply tyrannical and overbearing. How could someone be so arrogant? I shut my mouth thou, I had gotten my fair share of beatings from mother. This young lord wasn't planning to get a beating today!

"There was an Emperor coming to investigate my grand slaughter, your ladyship. I didn't want to battle with the young lord there so I escaped before they could get in range," said Azon.

"It was probably the Zagell Emperor. He dares not come here seeking trouble less he wants to seek death. Azon go gather all my son's forces for him," said my mother.

"Yes, your ladyship," said Azon as he transformed back into golden-haired form and headed out with a maddened look of excitement on his face.

What terrors he would commit going to get my forces I could only wonder.

"My son, you are probably wondering why if the Holy Rossen Empire is so powerful you grew up in a puny Hudson clan," said my mother.

"Yes, mother," I said.

"When this princess subdued your father under her skirt he had only one request. He said he wanted a male heir to carry on his lineage in his clan. I let you grow up in that clan with minimum interference in your matters, and they stupidly cast you out and treated you like trash."

"You even hope to form your own clan now instead of heading back to their feeble lineage correct?"

"Then it's your right to deny your father's clan. How dare they get provided the boon of the Rossen bloodline and deny it! Your father was weak-willed and unable to ensure you were satisfied in his clan. So it's only fitting you abandon their lineage," said my mother.

"Although you are separating from your father's clan, do not turn your back on them in their times of need. If you did that you would be forgetting your very roots. And this princess didn't raise such an unfilial son."

She then waved her hand as if to shoo the topic away.

"Enough speaking on the weak. This princess's father has decided to wage war against a mortal world. That is a world as strong as the entire Xertzul Abyss. This princess will be journeying with him on his expedition. How could this princess stay out of such a good battle? This princess will not be around to clean up your messes in the near future."

"A war against a mortal world could last a very long time. Just look at the war between the Xertzul Abyss and the Ezun Abyss. The rifts and the war were just considered a part of this world's society, with none of the weaklings like you knowing it was a long-standing war."

"This princess can not leave her only son without some measure of safety when he is not under her watchful eye. I am leaving you with this mask," said my mother as she handed me a This is a changeling mask, forged from the skin of an Emperor changeling. With it, you can change your form deceiving even the senses of Emperors. If you encounter any trouble and escape you can quickly change your identity,"

"I am also leaving you with a world breaking talisman to guard your life. Do not use this unless your life is truly in danger. This talisman is chaotic and will throw you in a random world, making it so whoever is after your life is unable to pursue you. Although it can escape you from life-threatening danger, finding your way back to the Xertzul Abyss afterward would be like reaching the moon."

"I will not be leaving in a short time. However, I am giving these things to you now in preparation for my departure. You must grow strong while your mother is still around to watch over you."

"Mother, why can't I follow you and grandfather into the new world?" I asked.

This young lord was about to have the opportunity to follow the coattails of his grandfather, who was unrivaled in this world. How could this young lord ever give up the chance to be a silk pants? Even though I now understood the value of hard work, it wasn't in my nature to avoid such a good ride.

"Weakness is a sin. Since you are weak you would only be seeking death by following this princess into that world," said my mother.

I clenched my fist. All my life my mother had told me I was weak and not to disappoint her. Forever I had been too weak or too unskilled to gain her notice. My sister had even been granted the gift to train under my mother for her talent.

Was this young lord truly trash?