Chapter 7: Ho
Staring silently out at the countryside, I gazed at father with a questioning look, "Where is Mother? Did she not co on this trip."
Shaking his head, Father smiled bitterly, "She is coming. She just had to resign from the governor's position. She should be arriving by tomorrow,"
Nodding absentmindedly, I stared out slowly, getting lost in the view. Hours began to pass as we were brought an elegant-looking al for lunch. It was, in my opinion, poorly made, lacking in every possible manner aside from aesthetics.
Father seeing my plight, laughed, "Sorry, Sène, I know this was your first al, but don't worry, they don't always taste like that."
Seeing him try to comfort made laugh a bit. There were many roles I could not play as I was far too young, but seeing my father trying so hard, I gave him a bright smile, "It's fine; I'm sure we will have outstanding food in our new ho."
Suddenly a loud announcent entered my ears, "Attention, we will be arriving in Pendragon in fifteen minutes."
Smiling, Father carried back to the room; he grabbed a few docunts before the train gradually stopped. Sitting on fathers sturdy shoulders, I gazed out at the majestic train station filled with thousands of people coming and going.
Father did not take more than a few steps before three middle-aged butlers appeared, giving a deep bow, "Greeting Duke Val, your transportation to the Snow estate has been taken care of. Would you please follow us?"
Father did not seem very surprised as he followed behind the three n with on his back. Staring at the luxurious carriage with five large beautiful black horses with three bulky horns sporting from its head caused to gasp.
I could feel a profound pulse of power flowing from their bodies as they released steam of white carbon dioxide from their nostrils. Father lifted down before entering the carriage. Yet, for so reason, my father was a little quiet, causing to further analyze the three n before .
One was driving the carriage, and the other two were sitting across from . They did not sll of blood like Marquess Dra, but rather of nothing...shit.
Listening to my heart beating like a drum, as I tried to remain quiet, but one of the butlers smiled coldly, "who would have thought a small child would discover us. Val, he really is sothing. Are you sure he is not an old demon?"
Pausing, my eyes grew wide as father burst into laughter, "I did not think he would discover you all either. His perception is exquisite, Eroma, what brings you to ."
Staring in shock, I suddenly saw a bright light flash as the middle age butler turned into a young man with long ashen-colored hair like fathers. His eyes were sharp and deep like the abyss, with a long shallow scar just below his eye reaching down to his chin.
Eroma gave a childlike grin before jumping in between Father and , "Co on, Val, stop being so uptight it's only us here. Those guys are just dolls. Co on, tell your little bro about outside the walls of the capital. "
Father snorted before chopping Eroma upside the head, "Why the hell did father send you to pick us up." he exclaid in a sowhat annoyed tone.
"Father was feeling annoyed today, so he sent here to annoy you. It would seem it's working." Eroma shouted in a loud, happy tone.
Pushing closer into him, he sized up, "So you are the new addition to our fam, hmmm, it's going to be and you...fucking bitches all day...at least when you get older."
Father had a deep vein bulging from his neck as he grabbed Eroma by the collar tossing him far into the sky.
My eyes bulged as I could hear hysterical laughter coming from Eroma flying body. Father seed even more annoyed before sitting back into the carriage huffing.
"That kid is going to make kill him one day, jack ass," Father murmured,
Staring at for a mont, Val slowly began to explain, "that was your uncle Eroma Snow, and he is my younger brother. He is only about a hundred years old, so he is a little immature."
"How did he know I found out about him,"
Eying with a little pride in his eyes, Father's rugged hand slapped my back, "You did a great job; it was actually because of your heart rate; most cultivators can hear soone's heartbeat. It takes so skill and deep control to control your heart rate to an inaudible frequency."
"But how did you notice him? His technique was flawless; I only saw him because I have a deeper cultivation than him."
Tilting my head, I looked at father in confusion, "It was his sll; he didn't have one. Father has a subtle yet deep fragrance, Dra had a rich scent on the surface, and a foul scent that was hidden away, and mama slls like so of the flowers in the garden."
Rubbing his beard, Father grinned before coldly warning , "Arsène, never speak to Marquess Dra alone. That man is quite terrifying, even with his title. He holds so much power that even the king has a close watch on all his movents."
Understanding what father was saying, I thought back to the oversize man who didn't look like he could fight with a frown. Suddenly the carriage stopped as one of the dolls, as Eroma called them, stepped out, "We have arrived, My lord and Young master." it declared without a hint of emotion.
Stepping down from the carriage, I gazed upon the ard guards standing near the Snow Estate entrance. Their bodies were all covered in golden armor as they held profound looking halberd in hand.
Taking by the arm, Father led through the threshold and into the estate. No one seed to stop us as we entered. On our way through the estate, Father would usually stop and introduced to so of my family's various mbers. Ranging from aunts and uncles to cousins and bastards.
No one paid much attention to as I was only one year of age, not to ntion the second born. A child that would not be inheriting any of my father's or mother's possessions.
Nevertheless, we spent hours touring the estate before Father stopped before a massive door. He gave a slight knock before walking in with in hand.
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