Chapter 670 - The Tradition Of The Family

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As Miriam had strange dreams, Arthurious walked back home with his Blackie now all completely recovered. The beautiful little goat was now a big goat, and it emanated a powerful presence.

Even if walked through dangerous streets, Arthurious was now safe with Blackie at his side, the thugs or other people that might try to take advantage of him or assault him didn't even tried to get closer with such an evil-looking monster pet at his side.

He reached his territory and was greeted by the guards, who saw the goat at his side with surprise.

"I-Is that Blackie, my lord?!"

"Incredible! He had grown so big!"

"Yes, he is! He grew up!" said Arthurious pridefully, the boy walked back inside his home with his goat and quickly reached his mother's room, where he found his mother grooming her hair in front of her mirror like every day.

Her mother barely walked outside of her own room, most of the time confined in there as one of the mistresses of a royal aristocrat often did. Although she mostly maintained herself from walking outside because the other mistresses bullied her for being the youngest of them all, with the youngest child of Arthurious' father as well.

She was also known to be sickly and susceptible to having fevers at times, and was mostly confined in her room because of this delicate health she had… She was only worth for her beauty, as many thought, and nothing else…

"Mama, I am back home! How are you?"

"Ah, Arthurious… My dear, I am good… Oh? T-That's…! W-What?!"

CRASH!

Her mother suddenly dropped a cup with tea she had near the table in horror as she saw the enormous black goat near her son. It was so bizarre, and it emanated such a dark and menacing aura that it seemed that it was about to eat her son!

"Arthurious!!! What is that thing?!" she asked.

"Thing? He's Blackie! How can you not remember him? He grew up into a Young Adult-Class!" said Arthurious.

"W-What? No… it can't be… that pet…" she muttered.

The woman looked at the malefic goat's red eyes, as if the innocent creature was something born straight out of hell… there was something else that made her like this, not only the fact it grew up.

Or perhaps, that was exactly it.

"W-What's gotten into you, mother? Shouldn't you be happier that Blackie grew up? Now it will be hard for my siblings to bully me as easily!" said Arthurious.

"B-But that's exactly why! If you fight back… You'll only suffer more… I-It will… You will be suppressed more and more… they'll crush you…" she cried.

"Eh? B-But I won't let that happen…" said Arthurious.

Arthurious mother waved her head as if she was fearing something else.

"T-That monster shouldn't grow up… It wasn't supposed to go like this, my son… I gave you Blackie because… T-They said it wouldn't grow up! It had some defect from birth that wouldn't allow it to grow up! What kind of witchery did they use there to grow it up?!" she asked.

Arthurious' mother was mentally unstable, and quickly lost her reason as she began to scream at her son desperately… Arthurious began to grow more and more scared, as he began to step back.

"M-Mom… What's gotten into you? Why are you saying those hurtful things to me?" he asked while containing his tears.

"Ah…! I… I-I… T-That's… Sorry…"

Arthurious' mother sat down and sighed, giving her son her back, she contained her tears as she covered her face… there was something bad with what was happening, but she didn't wanted to tell her son.

"G-Go back to your room, Arthurious…" she said.

"But mom…" he asked.

"O-Obey your mother…" she said again. "Don't make me repeat it a second time…"

"O-Okay…" sighed Arthurious. "Good night, mom… I love you…"

"…"

The door closed lightly, as Arthurious walked back home.

Arthurious' mother looked into the mirror at her own face, as tears began to come out of her eyes… there was something happening that made her this way.

It had happened back then, when she was told by her "husband" himself about the "rules" that would apply once her son would have a monster that could mature to Young Adult-Class.

It was something fairly common in all royalty families and even aristocratic families of this world that had many sons, they were all given a great monster pet they had to take care. If they wanted to enter the race to the head of the family, they would have to fight against one another.

So when the monster reached this stage, they would immediately enter this competition, that sometimes would include even more brutal treatment between siblings, and even complete lack of morality as they try to kill one another.

A completely barbaric rule that she didn't even knew her little son would be forced to go through for some reason. Her husband was a cold and ruthless man that only wanted the best tamer that the family could produce, no matter what was left behind.

He was heartless, and one of the reasons why he didn't interacted with his sons is that he didn't wanted to grow closer to some of them, as they might ultimately die.

This was… the race to the head of the family.

Arthurious' mother got her son a monster that was seemingly cursed at birth and wasn't able to grow stronger than its original power level.

Although it was always beaten, she gave her son money for medicine, as long as the pet wouldn't grow to Young Adult, everything would be fine.

She just had to endure until her son was 17 years of age so he could leave the house and live independently, in that time, he would be freed from the dangers of his own family, and he would be able to survive…

But now… due to this strange occurrence, her son ended… entering such a terrible fate.

"My son…" she cried. "Why must this family have such barbaric traditions?"

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