Chapter 20 - The young master (Part 1) (1/2)

”Hey, old hag! Get you saggy ass out here, right now!” a youthful male voice could be heard from the front yard followed by 2 snort-like laughter.

In front of the hut, a trio let himself inside the fence, awaiting for the arrival of the resident. The person in the middle was a short and fat youth. His bowl-cut black hair just reached his rather large ears. In his left ear he was wearing an earring, that to be honest looked rather comical instead of being fashionable. To top off its headwear he was wearing a crimson colored conical hat as well.

His rather plum body was covered in a tight, crimson and brandy colored tight waistcoat adorned with golden buttons in the middle, fastened by tags. Below that, he was in a very close-fitting breeches, which just further displayed the outlines of his figure. His arms were covered in sleeves, although the end was slashed. His back was adorned in a mantle trimmed with white fur.

Stomping his feet on the ground once more, his stylish leather boots slushed in the mud.

”Damn this ugly place! Get out here RIGHT NOW!” cursed the young man.

On his both sides, 2 grinning, muscular guys were standing adorned in black simple looking clothes. The only differentiator was that they wore a tunic adorned with the picture of the outline of a roaring lion on their chests. They were both holding a simple looking longsword in their hands.

Looking at his 2 minions, the young man commanded.

”If the hag doesn't come out shortly, go and break into this sorry excuse of a home, got it?!”

Both of them grinned evilly and nodded their heads.

”Yes, young master!” they replied in unison.

The front door slowly creaked open and an elderly woman wrapped in ragged red clothes slowly came out. A young creole skinned boy with silky black hair came with her supporting her steps. The trio could catch a glimpse of his slightly glowing golden eyes as the boy briefly looked at them. Even though the boy was expressionless, all 3 of them suddenly got a chill running through their spines as their gazes met.

'Who is this brat?!' exclaimed the young master inwardly.

”How can I help you Young Master Leon?” asked the Granny with a kind smile on her face once she arrived on her front porch. She was holding the boy's right hand with her left.

The boy remained expressionless and just looked at the trio. They could feel the boy's golden eyes scanning them, like if it was trying to rip their secrets open from their very soul. It was a very unsettling experience. The cronies gripped their swords tighter, while the young master snorted loudly, in an arrogant tone.

”Who is that brat next to you? Another one of the filth you found?”

Looking at the boy her smile turned gentler.

”Who he is, is none of your concern. But if you really want to know, he is my grandson.”

Measuring the boy, the young master's arrogant tone has not changed after Granny's answer.

”He is just some filth you found, and taken in, just like that mongrel you call your granddaughter. She is inside isn't she? You should know such filth belongs in chains, under my boots, and not in a household. She was born to be a slave until she dies. ”stopping for a moment, his arrogant gaze looked over the boy once again, then he continued. ”Just like this mut.”

Aiden's expressionless gaze morphed into an angry one, when he heard this pig-of-a-man referring to the innocent, cute Lily as a slave. Feeling the air around Aiden starting to vibrate with energy, and seeing how he stared at the young master, she gripped his hand a bit tighter.

Whispering to him softly, so only he could hear, she tried to calm the boy.

”Calm down Aiden, he is just trying to rile you up. Don't bother with him.”

Seeing his mockery managed to rile the boy up, he continued.

”What mut? How dare you look at your master like that? Your only saving grace is that you are with this waste of a human, this old sack of bones, this… ”he spat on the ground before finishing his mocking.” ...hag.”

Aiden could barely hold himself, but as he wanted to listen to Granny, he closed his eyes, exhaling loudly, and instead tried focusing his sensing ability to scan the energy level of this pig's 2 followers.

'They didn't amount to much. This fat guy is the weakest among them. Not sure how he can order those two around…'

Seeing his newest attempt didn't have any success, he coldly snorted, then looked at Granny.