Vol. 4 Chapter 2.1 - My honowable defianse toward confronting the disrespekful illllegal inhabitant

Vol. 4 Chapter 2.1 - My honowable defianse toward confronting the disrespekful illllegal inhabitant



-Written by LENOC ELLIM BENTEIWIND

My name is Lenoc Ellim Benteiwind.

I am the eldest alpha and son of Count Teiwind. I know that from hearing my name alone, people would exclaim ‘Ah...’. That is, if they know Teiwind.

At a time when the world’s civilizations are advancing and philosophies and politics are revolutionizing, it may seem a bit old-fashioned to emphasize the history of a long lineage, but it’s also not right to completely ignore the deep traditions that have been passed down through the millennia. Especially when you are carrying on the name of a great family whose very existence represents a distinguished spirit. Thus, I learned the teachings of my ancestors from the depths and breadths of the newspapers and more.

I breathed in the dreadlocks of the classics, soaked in the essence of fierce scholars. I climbed the ladder of a study that has been in the hands of more than a dozen counts until it got deeply coloured. I reached for the black book with the golden seal that I had longed for since I knew of its existence. A volume I could barely hold in one hand. A weight that I could barely support with two hands. This was the weight of a classic.

I climbed down the ladder and placed it on the well-refined table. I dragged the chair over before flipping open the hardcover. It was quite a penance to move a big chair as tall as I was, but this classic was worth it. I climbed onto the chair and sat down on the cushion.

Today I will find the answer to the greatest adversity of my life. With trembling hands, I opened the solid bookcase. A feast of countless spellings. The one I’m looking for must be here somewhere.

Ah, the agony.

Why didn’t this classic show me the answer? The sea of words, 2,830 pages in all, was so alien to me. I pulled my hair unrealizing. The sight of the dark, bronze-coloured lump of protein in my hand made me angry. His curse had begun. A man without any authority who dared to dominate the Count estate, and also deceived the current count. That wicked man who was bending and shaking the count’s mind, body, and spirit. I was still struggling today to drive him from this house.

I turned the pages annoyedly. Whatever spell he had cast, there weren’t any legible words in this book. The time was passing, what could I do? Just then, I heard footsteps outside.

I closed the book in a rush. I needed to disguise my plan. That man was quick on his feet. The slightest slip of the tongue would be detected and I would be punished severely. I immediately pulled out a large sheet of white paper and placed it over the book. Then, I grabbed a stubby, rainbow-coloured pencil. My preference was for a heavy, inked fountain pen, but I was not allowed for that yet. The door opened and the man walked in.

“Lenoc. What are you doing here?”

He laid another pile of receipts and contracts on the hefty desk, as if he were intent on sucking the lifeblood out of the count. Those were important documents that my parental custody, the Count of Teiwind, must see and judge for himself! If the count failed to do so, I, his rightful heir, must do it myself, but this man had usurped his authority because I was not yet of age.

He placed a heavy ledger on top of it to block my interest in the papers, then stepped aside. I had to act as if I were a 7 year-old child who knew nothing. It felt like a blow to my pride, but it was a desperate struggle to survive.

“I’m drawing, Father.”

“Alright. Don’t stay up too late. It’s not a good habit to get up late in the morning.”

“Yes, Father.”

Phew. I let out a deep sigh of relief and slid off the chair, putting away my coloured pencils and folding the paper in half to secretly wrap the book. I carefully pulled it down with both hands, and then!

“Lenoc.”

“Yes?”

“Leave the Civil Law behind.”

How... did he know? He still hadn’t taken his eyes off the papers. Did he have eyes on his head? Don’t panic, Lenoc Teiwind. You are the Count’s only hope, a brave man with the spirit of a lion. You can do this.

“What... is that?”

“The book under your lion drawing.”

“Aaah, this?”

I wondered why, as the legitimate son of the Count, I felt guilty as if I had stolen something from the Count’s study. Was this some dreadful trick of the Demon? In any case, I had to get through the crisis. I acted as if I knew nothing. While struggling desperately with my pride, that man was completely blindsided.

“Yeah, that one. Leave it behind.”

“Ah, yes.”

This will be a fluffy long chapter from the POV of Kloff and Aeroc’s eldest alpha son, Lenoc!

Summary: Lenoc doesn’t really like Kloff after witnessing some stuff and thinks he’s a demon in the Teiwind household (+a picnic with Lord-Rapiel’s family)

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