282 7.10 Meet My New Sword, Its Called Vendetta... (1/2)
”Oh hello, child. It seems you had already met the acquaintance of my granddaughter, Matilda. She is the same age as you, 14, I guess, and she wanted to be an adventurer to find her true self.”
”Granny...he kicked me in my cunt just now...!”
”Fuck...! With that kind of opening statement, people can easily get misunderstood.”
”He kicked me when he was in the middle of me...!”
”Errr...elder...let me get this story straight...!” I exasperatedly wanted to explain the actual happenings when I saw her reaching for the ladle that can turn someone into a monkey with a single hit...!
”WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER...?! YOU KICK HER CUNT WHEN YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF HER...?!? ARE YOU TRYING TO FORNICATE HER...?!?” She inched nearer and was about to raise the infamous ladle over her head when Matilda interrupted and said, ” Look, granny, he gave me his pennies, 18 foxtails and 6 furs...and we did a party earlier together.”
”What do you mean, cutie pie? He helped you at a party? Didn't he try to get into your pants just now after he kicked your cunt? And then he gave you his penis? the elder softened down ever so slightly but still held the monkey ladle above her head and got ready to launch her attack in case I move an inch.
”Yeah, Granny he did kick me in the cunt when I was standing over him. I thought he was a half dumb ass and was laughing and rolling on the grass like a madcap until I saw his bulge and wanted to rob him.”
”Cutie pie, you saw his bulge and yet you wanted to rob him? This conversation is getting me giddy...! First, he kicked you in the cunt after you saw his bulge and then he gave you his penis and you accept it?” the elder threw the ladle on the cauldron and shook her head at how perverted teenagers can be at this era and age. Hahahahahaha.
”*Ahem* Bulge as in my coin pouch, elder. I did kick her in the meong meong because she wanted to rob me and thrash me with her dull sword...! It's an instantaneous reflex action and it's pennies not penises, elder. it's the spoils that I gave it to her. By God... it is all a big misunderstanding.”
”Did you rob again? Do you want to have a red name all your life? Where did you get so much money and why are you suddenly so generous to give all the spoils to her? You barely knew her.”
”I did not rob anyone elder. I sold something in the trading district. And the red name was actually a War Mode, you didn't relate to me properly until I met your granddaughter and she told me about it.”
”She changed her name from green to red, from Peace to War Mode. I gave her the spoils so that she can go and get herself another piece of sword or another piece of armour. It had been 2 seasons and she had been using the same weapon and clothes.”
”Hmm...dinner won't be ready in 30 mins. Cutie Pie, can you give granny the foxtails so I can cook and we can have dinner together? Child, I have added some of the vegetables you had bought and the garnishing you had picked today for the gruel.”
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”Thanks, elder, we really appreciate it.”
”Here's the foxtails granny...go whip out a good dinner for us. We are starving...!”
”Hahahahah...anything for my cutie pie... go on then, do your own thing. Granny will continue to simmer this gruel first and will call the both of you to eat later.”
”I didn't know she was married before and she has a granddaughter like you. What happened to your parents?” I asked as we walked to the stream and started to throw stones in them and get thrown back by the angry fishes...!
My father was Robert Fitzwater and my mother was Matilda. I took her name because I never got the chance to know her as she died giving birth to me. Our family are nobleman but due to the darn Sheriff and The Church, our lands were taken by them and we were left penniless. My granny was the one who took care of me back in Yorkshire.”
”When we were finally being forced out of our home, Father fought with the Sheriff and their men but he soon succumbed to his injuries and he was buried near our home by some of his friends. I was only 8 or 9 at that time. So granny takes me in and she swore to me to avenge my father's death and instructed me to learn sportsmanship as much as I could.”
”Realising that some people knew me, they do not wish to party or band with me through their adventures and I am stuck being a solo 99% of the time.”
”Come, let me take a look at this sword. This is the sword given by your granny and it belonged to your late father I reckon?” I looked at the ragged edge of both sides of the blade and was thinking if she had used this to chop wood or something.
She nodded her head and acknowledges that this sword was used by her father. Even as this was a dull sword, it had a tapered blade means the hilt is thick and wide as the guard and it slimmed down right till the tip. The edge of the guard was curled up slightly and if one places it in front of the face, it looked like a part of the face, nose and eyes.
”I do not have any other equipment with me and I used this sword as an axe to chop the apple trees to get to their apples, leaf and also the silkworms. I do not own a pickaxe so I used this sword to strike at the rocks to gather stones and flints, and also to gather iron ores and coal. I tried at the silver ones but I have to hammer them at least 40 to 50 times to get the silver ores. Eh...are you alright...?!?”
I was simply shocked until I was sort of fall over on my sides while sitting up and my hands and fingers were twitching uncontrollably and I was really having fits at the moment I heard she used her sword as an axe and pickaxe...!!!