Chapter 121: Was I Picked Up from A Trash Heap? (1/2)

But just as the brothers were about to return to their lodgings, Horan suddenly approached them after settling Kinley in.

“Father!” Cecil was absolutely prepared to accuse his brother the moment he saw daddy.

However, Horan had caught the annoyance on Cecil’s face and spoke before he could. “Come with me, Angora—I have something to tell you. Cecil, return to your keep.”

Cecil’s menacing air faded as he was left gaping.

At the same time, Angora slid Cecil a look before going after Horan.

As Cecil watched his father and little brother disappear from a corner, his eyes became an almost solid darkness.

“If none of you would give it to me, I shall take it for myself…” He growled, cracking his neck before turning, and headed back to his castle without so much of a look behind.

***

Angora followed Horan into his private study.

There were a total of three studies in the Silver Eagle Castle, with one of the other two being a shared one and the remaining study used by Horan for official business. In comparison, no one was allowed to enter his private study unless invited, and only the chief servants were permitted admittance for cleaning—not even Cecil had entered it as his eldest son.

In his childhood, Angora once yearned dearly to be inside that enigmatic yet important room, because only those who were very important to his father could enter.

Now, however, he suddenly gained an epiphany after getting inside. ‘Ah. So, the study that I pined for so much when I was younger is…

‘Just a study.’

“Angora, do you know what I want to tell you?” Horan spoke with his typical indifferent tone as he settled down behind his huge ebony desk—after holding the title of duke for years, he knew very well how much pressure those underneath him felt if he stayed emotionless.

“I do not.” Angora, however, felt nothing. He was shaking his head in a forthright manner, because he would rather be staying at his own town farming if he didn’t have to uncover the mastermind attempting to assassinate him.

“I’ve noticed that things are sour between you and Cecil. Although there are always dispute where there are people, peace is most important between brothers—with Edmund dead, you are the only two sons that I have left. That’s why any squabbles over petty emotions are completely unnecessary… but what do you think?” Haron suddenly shifted his attitude and advised Angora with heartfelt sincerity, perhaps realizing that treating his own son as a subordinate was not right.

Angora had wanted to shoot back that he wasn’t the one stirring trouble, that Cecil was the one provoking him at the very start, and that he had not seriously fought back…

But before he could speak, Angora suddenly realized that his once high and mighty father’s hair was very white, and his handsome face not unlike his own was now full of wrinkles. As such, his heart softened just then, and he answered rather reluctantly. “I got it…”

‘As long as Cecil doesn’t come stirring trouble, I wouldn’t have bothered with him.

‘However.’

“No, you don’t understand me.”

The old man spoke slowly then, “I am aware that you have grown up now. I know you won’t be happy with staying beneath Cecil, but I hope that you could help him with your body and soul. No matter how ridiculous his words and whatever unreasonable requests he may give, you need to compromise with him.”

“Wha…” Angora was stunned entirely.

At first, he was merely assuming that the old man was favoriting Cecil—he just didn’t expect that favoritism to extend up to such lengths.

Hence, Angora started to search his mind on the politest way to convey ‘Was I picked up from the trash heap?’