51 Vacation with Father (2/2)
Perhaps, Alexander had seen the excited gleam in Casimir's eyes since he said, ”We're not going there to have fun. It's for you to learn and to mature. Don't be so stupid all the time.”
Ack! I have been shot with an arrow to the knee! Father, why are you so mean to me?
Casimir grumbled and finished his food tearfully.
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During the course of the next few days, Alexander had been dragging Casimir all over France. Even visiting the cathedral of Notre Dame where an old family of olden knights, the Durands, secretly guarded. As it turned out, the family was once a branch family of the Proulx centuries ago but, since their head at that time was a squib, they decided to recede from the wizardry world and became knights instead.
The Proulx family's connection to them was the reason that they had survived the purge against witches and wizards long ago and even managed to solidify their influence in the muggle world as well. Unfortunately, good fortunes are often followed by misfortunes as when the Proulx family had not been persecuted unlike the other wizardry families, many have had the speculation that the family was actually secretly aiding the muggles in the war against wizards.
This, although proven to be untrue years later, still cast a negative light to the family amongst other wizards. Even now, hundreds of years have passed,many still did not have a good opinion towards them.
Despite this, however, nothing would change the fact that the Proulx family was one of the most influential wizardry families in Europe, with their connections spanning all over the globe. It was to the extent that, if you were to ask a random wizard which family they least wanted to offend, most likely, they would answer, ”Proulx”.
Because you'd never know when they'd find out and spread all of your secrets.
Anyways, as of now, Casimir was drinking tea quietly as his father chatted with a valiant looking man. Although not a wizard, what the man lacked in magic, he made up with physical strength. Casimir really admired this type of people. Even when they had no talent in magic, they chose not to give up and persued strength in a different way.
Beside the man, sat a dainty girl with a head full of golden locks. Her name was Beatrice, the youngest and most spoiled daughter of the current head, Clement Durand. And right now, Beatrice was in the middle of staring at Casimir in obsession as he drank his tea, causing Casimir to be filled with cold sweat.
Miss, please stop staring. I just want to drink this tea and leave after father finishes his conversation. I really have no other plans so stop looking at me like that already. QAQ
Still, unfortunately, the little girl had no ability to read minds and just kept on staring as if Casimir was the most interesting thing she had ever seen.
This is so awkward.
QAQ I want to go home...