Chapter 18 Complicated Dinner

Everything that this man would do or say was annoying to me.

He was the same Hector who had sent two of his henchmen to kill me.

He was a cruel man, someone who enjoyed killing people and making them suffer, especially his own son.

Even if he was trying to look better with his expensive clothes and fancy boots, now he looked even worse than how he used to be.

His dark silver hair was more or less the same length as before, but he had tied it into a ponytail on the back of his neck.

He was wearing a black coat over a red shirt, along with a leather belt around his waist. His pants were a deep shadow of brown, with polished black shoes on his feet.

As we all sat in the dining hall, Hector looked at the two of us.

"You two will attend the crown prince's birthday party next week," he commanded.

My lips curved into a smirk as I couldn't help but talk sarcastically.

"And I'm guessing you will be busy in the office along with that whore queen?" As I moved my fork and knife around on my plate.

Hector stared at me with his cold black eyes and whined, "don't be disrespectful, boy."

I ignored his rant and looked down at my food.

It was almost too sweet for my taste, but since I was hungry, I ate it anyway.

As for Irene, she was too scared to say anything at all and only nodded instead and kept on eating.

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom This was her first day after coming back from the academy and all of this was already happening, I couldn't allow it, so I decided to play with Hector's nerves a little bit more.

Rowen might have been afraid of him, but I wasn't.

And I'm not Rowen. I came from a world where they would eat you alive if you were not able to stand up for yourself, so I had to learn how to talk back and how to gain people's respect.

As for this worm, he wasn't even on the lowest level to even bother me to look down on him and show any kind of mercy.

At the end of the day, who would want to kill their own son?

Then something came into my mind.

"So is this bitch queen already pregnant with your bastard or will the king get rid of it?" I glanced at Hector and sneered.

His frozen reaction and dropped jaw were enough to let me understand that what I was talking about was indeed true.

To begin with, the queen of this place didn't have any self-respect either, King Julius took her in because she was a pretty slave and turned her into a queen and that's what made him look weak, 'LOVE' not only destroyed him and his political power but later on it allowed scums like Hector to come in and make allies with the crown prince.

This disgusting man was the reason why the younger princess turned crazy and then, later on, she met Dante who prevented her from killing herself.

This time, I couldn't let that happen, maybe going to the prince's birthday party would help me in getting along with the princess and get her on my side as well.

"For someone who almost died, you talk a lot of shit, boy," Hector placed the fork back on the table and narrowed his eyes at me.

I could see how those five old wrinkles formed on his forehead once he furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Almost dead?" Irene interrupted and immediately looked at me. Her white-like porcelain skin turned red, obviously showing her frustration, "wha-what does he mean, Rowen?" She stuttered for a second while staring at me.

But for now, I didn't want Irene to be worried, so I ignored her question before turning back to Hector with a teasing smirk, "Oh do you mean that failed assassin on my bed and that other dead body in the garden that I left for you to bury?" I looked into his eyes, not wanting to miss his expressions.

And really it was amusing for me, his nostrils were flaring and his pupils were wide open, "How dare you speak about me like that?!"

It was clear to everyone that he was angry, but I didn't give a fuck about him at all, "I'm asking you about the party next week."

"What?" His voice raised as he looked at me in disbelief, "what did you expect from me? You didn't even come to greet me properly when I returned!"

I rolled my eyes, "Our so-called 'FATHER'" I then continued in a sarcastic tone, "tell me, why are the twins not here to eat along with us?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and I was sure that no one expected the twins to be absent from the dinner table.

Hector was the first one to recover from this unexpected turn of events, "They're in their rooms, studying."

"Studying, or maybe locked in their chambers, not being able to leave due to your stubbornness and hate towards Mariabelle because she failed your mission?" I turned my head towards Irene and added, "I thought that you can't read yet, but you don't seem to be able to talk too?"

Hector was getting madder and madder by the minute, "What is your problem with me, boy?"

I had too many of them, to begin with, but if I actually had to start naming them, it would take a whole week at the very least just to end it.

"No issue, it's just that you lack power, father..." I sighed, focusing back on my dinner, "but thinking about it, it's not only that you lack power, but you also lack vision for the future..." My tone became more serious as I noticed him set back.

"THUMPP"

"Wha-what is that supposed to mean?" He slammed the table with his fist and with his old eyes looked at it.

"The future is no longer yours to control," I said in a low voice, "it belongs to the crown prince."

Irene stared at me with a shocked expression, and the only person who remained calm all this long was Serenu himself.

"That's impossible, the prince has promised me the power and position I need until he's the king!." Hector crossed his arms, "he won't betray me."

"Oh, so you're also part of his plan then, aren't you?" I chuckled as I stood up as well.

I placed my palms on the table and gave a quick look to Irene before turning back to him, "then tell me, father," I snickered, "what will happen if the crown prince never turns into a king?"