15 Lord Fatty (2/2)

The maids in question screamed and ran for their dear lives. Fearing becoming his next victims, for this was the infamous Kylerius Fatty de Watzer, or Lord Fatty as he was more commonly known. Rumour had it that he a habit of forcing himself on any maid he chose, due to his noble status few could resist and even fewer were willing to talk about it.

”Hmph! That's right; you better make sure this daddy doesn't catch you.” With a snort Fatty ignored the maids and continued on his way to the gate. His aide, only known as Mr Ozil continued on, adjusted his glasses and followed his master.

In his office on the second floor, Lord Jakob de Watzer looked on at the happenings below with disgust evident on his face. He was extremely annoyed by this son of his.

”Ever since he was born he had always been a disgrace!” With anger he turned around and slammed his hand on his desk. Jakob was a handsome man with white hair covering his face. There was no doubt that when he was younger he was quite the lady killer like the young man in front of him.

”Father, despite what you say, he is our link to the Lollipop gang, without him we would not able to communicate with them,” said David de Watzer, the oldest son. Jakob looked at his blonde blue eyed son and sighed, slumping into his chair. ”I just don't understand. Why? Why does the Lollipop gang insist on using that fool! If they just talked directly with me things would go much smoother.”

David took a sip of his brandy. ”Don't forget Father that it was Kylerius who managed to communicate with them in the first place. He is quite smart, although he could make a few improvements…” As David's voice trailed off, Jakob rubbed his temples in deep contemplation.

Ever since Fatty was born his father had always looked badly upon him, Lady Anna de Watzer died giving birth to Fatty. Due to this, Jakob had been stricter on fatty than any of his other sons. Yet despite his close watch, the cunning little Fatty had managed to circumvent every trial thrown his way.

Fatty was born large, and has been so ever since. From diets to training to magic, nothing worked on reducing his fat, making it impossible to train the boy in martial arts. Jakob started out as a peasant and made his way up to Knight then Lord through hard work. His first 4 sons were just as physically gifted as he was, but Fatty was a lost cause.

As if pitying the boy, the gods blessed Fatty with incredible intelligence and wisdom incongruous of his age. He had the memory of an elephant and the cunning of a fox. That coupled with his hatred for physical labour and his lewd nature made an eyesore for the de Watzer Family.

David always had a soft spot for Fatty for he was the only one among them who physically resembled their mother with his hair and eyes. Thus he made sure to have the boy's intellect put to good use. Fatty was studied military tactics, sciences, multiple languages, magic, mathematics, astronomy, art and politics. David hoped to make the boy a pillar of the family, and indeed he did become indispensable, but in the matter that David hoped for. He was an excellent administrator, but his many adventures brought shame to the family and brought Jakob many sleepless nights.

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Fatty wobbled across the town of Morgen. Rum in his left hand and meat in his right, he strutted across the street toward his favourite brothel.

”Fuck off you fat pig!”

”Das right! Piss off you git!”

A group of rag tag kids threw garbage at fatty while throwing insults. This was not an unusual situation in this town as many hated Fatty. Most of the garbage missed but a crumpled piece of paper hit Fatty's right hand. He shrieked and dropped his meat and rum.

The rum container broke on the ground while the drumstick rolled into a sewer.

”No!” Fatty knelt when he saw his loss and cried in dismay. Then with his eyes red he picked up the paper that had hit him and aimed at one of the children that had hit him, but they scurried away quickly. Mr Ozil did nothing and merely looked on at the happenings. Fatty silently cursed and crushed the paper in his hands. In embarrassment Fatty moved quickly to his empty office that he barely ever used.

His office was in the Lords Offices. He wobbled on, huffing and puffing while others laughed at his mannerisms. One look at his dusty knees and his embarrassment made no one question what had happened. They were far too used to his comical actions.

Except for the ornaments and furniture the room was virtually empty. The moment fatty entered the embarrassed drunken look on his face quickly vanished. His wobbling stopped and his stature straightened.

With practiced ease Mr Ozil locked the door and closed the curtains. Fatty sat on one of the sofas and unravelled the crumpled up paper. The insignia of a Red Eagle appeared at the top left of the paper.

”Lighter!” Said Fatty in a cold voice.

Mr Ozil brought out a lighter and lit it behind the paper. The scribbles squirmed and changed into sensible words. Fatty's face once more formed slits as he read the contents. Once he was done he made the paper touch the lighter and it started burning in his chubby hands. Without being told so Ozil took the paper and carried it to the trash.

Ozil was aware of his master's secrecy thus he didn't try to read the contents, but the word 'Marriage Proposal' were written in bold at the top of the paper.

Fatty smirked in his seat as he thought of the consequences of this letter. ”Mr. Ozil, get me my finest suit. We are getting visitors today.”