Chapter 84: The Story of the Black Wolf (1/2)

Five(5) years ago.

A black-haired young boy was laying on the grass in a closed courtyard.

His intelligent brown eyes examined a leaf that he was holding, playing with it.

Very soon, his young and curious self became bored and dropped the leaf.

He stood up, scouring the courtyard, looking for something to play with, but drooped his head when he couldn't find any in the courtyard.

His eyes glinted when he spotted something fun.

The boy hurriedly ran to the tree at the center of the courtyard and jumped high.

He failed to reach the short branch, but he didn't give up.

He continued many attempts to climb the tree, however, his short heights prohibited him from achieving his goals.

Since his body couldn't take him up, he used his mind to his clever childish mind to craft up a path upwards.

A fuse ignited in his mind and he rummaged his pocket and brought out two pocket knives.

He held one on one of his hands and the other on his other hand.

Using it as a sort of grappler, he jumped high and stuck one of the knives to the tree, all the while holding on to it.

”Weee,” smiled the young lad as he dangled with one hand on the tree.

However, he was not done. The young boy revealed his defined muscles as he used stuck the other dagger with his free hand.

Like that, he performed similar moves as he climbed up the tree.

By the time he got close to the first branch, the boy unhesitantly jumped on the branch!

*Thud!*

The branch could only support him for a second before it gave way to his weight.

”Hahahaha, Prince Roan,” an experienced voice said from behind the fallen child.

The owner of the voice walked closer to the child and carefully dragged him off.

The boy wasn't surprised by the owner of the voice.

Yet, it was clear from the reddening of his face that he was angry, ”Lucian! Where were you? I have been waiting for the past three hours!”

”Prince Roan. I was busy with your father,” smiled Lucian as he revealed his white teeth.

Lucian spun the young prince and looked for any injuries.

Seeing nothing, but purity, on the young noble's skin, Lucian heaved out a sigh.

”How is my father? Is he still busy?” hurriedly asked a sparkling Roan.

The young child went in front of Lucian and repeated his question.

As a young child, his role model was his father, so whenever his father's name was mentioned, he would be invigorated and interested in the matter.

”Yes, your father is busy. He asked me to send his regards,” smiled Lucian.

That was a lie! And he knew it.

The prince's father just liked to coop himself in his study.

Sometimes he wondered whether he taught the king well enough to own up to his responsibilities.

However, he could not blatantly tell the king that as, no matter what, a king was still a king!

The young prince couldn't read thoughts so he enthusiastically believed his pseudo-trainer.

His cheerfulness glowed like a firefly at night as he giggled happily.

Such was childhood. The period of ignorance, peace, and happiness.

After a few minutes of giggling, the young boy asked his trainer, ”Lucian, can we start now?”

He hopped around Lucian, waiting for a good answer.

The reason he had endured hours of solitude instead of playing with his siblings was because of the special training that Lucian always teased him about.