Chapter 123: Change (1/2)

Angora saw his father just a little differently after learning about his own roots.

Afterward, they continued their conversation over a number of random things such as Angora’s management of his fief, the old man’s past romances, and what should they be careful about before heading to red-light districts while traveling incognito.

This was the first time that Angora had such a pleasant conversation with his own father, to understand that his father was normal too, completely unlike that person who had always been high and mighty, whom overs could never hope to reach.

In the past, Angora could only watch his father from a corner, and could never even look him in the eye.

It was all thanks to the God of Game.

Angora was self-conscious enough to know that while all the change in him might have been thanks to his life in his small town, but the basis for that courage and confidence was thanks to the Overlord System that the God of Games had blessed him with.

“I see, so you have some interesting fellows amongst your retainers.” There was a compassionate smile on old Horan’s face even as Angora spoke of his crazy exploits with the Players rather braggingly. “I might meet them if I have the time.”

“What are you waiting for? Why not now?” Angora asked cheerfully, having deliberately kept the God of Game’s System a secret.

“You’re being impatient.” The old man said, although he had already risen to his feet and was about to go with his youngest son and check out those interesting followers.

“Because I’m heading back tomorrow,” Angora replied seriously.

Ultimately, his conversation with the old man had changed his mind.

At first, he wasn’t too keen on staying in this home which lived for a dozen years because he basically didn’t exist. Although life wasn’t so tragic that he would be bullied even by the servants, life was really dull, nor did he have any sense of belonging.

Now, things were different: After learning about his roots from his father, the abandonment that Angora remembered of his old man had become a deliberate cold-shouldering.

To protect him.

When he thought about it carefully, his father never really ignored his existence completely either. He was treated the same in every basic need as well as education, even just a little better than Edmund, his second brother.

Moreover, he would have been assigned some dangerous duty such as a knight given that he was never going to inherit the duke’s title. And yet the old man had somehow made him a lord and had given him a fief—he wouldn’t have gone so far for him if he had been truly biased against Angora.

That was also why Angora cherished his father now.

Be that as it may, his original intention here was to draw the attention of the mastermind who was bent on taking his life, to force them into making mistakes that would expose themselves since it would be fine to get rid of them right here.

However, if such a conflict happened in the Silver Eagle Castle—or even within Tunaya, his father’s reputation would be hurt regardless if his plan worked.

Taking that into consideration, he now intended to leave Tunaya and return to the town. This way, anything that would happen would happen outside the city whether the mastermind whose existence was questionable would take action, and his father free of blame.

“Won’t you stay another few days, leave after the festival?” Horan seemed a little upset to part.

“The fief has just started development. There’s a lot of things I need to handle so I can’t be away for too long…”

Angora initially put up a rather cheap excuse, only to find his father’s ‘are-you-fooling-around-with-me’ face and remember that Horan was the largest landowner up north.

Knowing that he was fooling nobody, Angora cleared his throat and tried again.