After my soothing bath, the maid smiled lovingly, "there you are, young master; you look perfect."
Staring at my hair tied in an elegant ponytail, I beamed as I stared at myself in a mini suit. It would seem my little cultivation session greatly had a massive impact. My skin looked flawless, while my bone structure seemed to have adjusted, making me look even cuter.
I might be a lady killer in the future...well, at least I'll be two types of lady killers. Laughing at my own joke, I smiled kindly at the maid.
"Thank you, Rose, "Giving her a small hug; she smiled before leading me to the dinner table where my father and a few other people in the main household were located.
The snow family was a massive one. While grandfather had only sired three children, his brothers were far different. From what father had told me, they had fucked anything that walked the earth. Causing the family to grow considerably. Not to mention all the other families we were somehow connected to.
Staring at the massive table that only housed the main family, I smiled before standing next to father as we waited for Grandfather to arrive. Dinner was very much different from the meal I had on the train.
The only comparison I had was from the first victim I had when I was fifteen. The juicy divine taste of the meat as it entered my mouth had caused me to go wild. It was so delicious that tears began falling from my eyes, causing my father to cover his face in embarrassment.
"Arsène, have some decorum when eating, please," he begged with a red face trying to wipe the food from my face.
Eroma was there a little bruised from his early flight laughing his ass off at my antics. I had not felt embarrassed, but I did slow my eating pace showing a grace that was not currently there.
Father nodded, but I promised myself to miss these annoying dinners in the future. Making sure to eat how I please in the future. Aside from dinner, nothing eventful occurred as father walked me back to my room before tucking me in.
That night I had a strange dream; black flames surrounded me as I stared at a beautiful young woman covered in blood. Her face was blurred, but I could tell she was smiling at me.
However, just as she spoke, I arose as annoying rays of sunlight pierced through my eyelids. A scowl surfaced on my lips as I stared at the blinds with hatred.
Shaking my head, I heard a soft knock as a beautiful woman dressed in a black sundress wandered into my room. My eyes quickly brighten as I leaped into her embrace.
"Mother, your back, "
Rubbing her cheek against mine, mother smiled brightly, "ooh, my baby!!! Mother missed you. All these annoying people kept on troubling me. Mommy needed to see her baby." she exclaimed with a tender hug.
Smiling, I gently kissed her cheek as she placed me back down. It was strange how I sometimes acted around my parents. I never realized how childish I was until I was around them.
"Mother has a surprise for you," she said
Staring happily at her, I touched my chin before pondering, "is it food,"
Smirking lightly, she chopped my head, "I head how you acted at the dinner table yesterday. Val had felt like digging a hole yesterday, but no, today we will be finding out what your weapon will be."
Beaming with glee, I jumped into her embrace again, "LETS GOOOO!!!!!"
Feeling excited, I wondered what type of weapon I would pick. Honestly, I like both spears and swords, especially Katana's I always see in animes.
Mother giggled before she held me tightly. Suddenly all I saw a blur as we appeared in a large dark dungeon. A wave of heat assaulted my senses, yet instead of burning my skin as it should have, I felt a wave of comfort.
Standing beside mother, I suddenly saw a massive man filled with hundreds of scars that ran across his arms. A single eye was missing as he held a massive hammer in his hand, "Crimson Witch of the North, what do you want with me,"
Smiling at mother's, nickname I gazed at her, "Is mama really famous."
Smirking with pride, mother nodded before turning to the scarred man, "Ray, I am here to decide on a weapon for my son."
Staring at me, Ray sneered in contempt, "you would allow a child to wield a weapon so young. Your name truly precedes you. "
I could feel Mother's aura change a little as she spoke in a chilling voice, "Ray, the Snows may protect you from me, but don't assume that I will not personally slaughter the rest of that little family you have in the eastern kingdom. You don't have much left."
Horror could be seen on Ray's face as he lowered his head, "...My apologies, young master, please look at my wares." He announced with a hollow gaze.
Waving his hand, hundreds of weapons suddenly appeared, all of them housing a small turquoise crystal at its base.
"These weapons will determine if you have an affinity with them. Just pick one up and focus on making a connection." Ray uttered lifelessly
Noting that mother and this man had some history, I walked up to a long sword. Lifting it up, I closed my eyes before trying to feel a connection. However, to my dismay, I felt nothing but disappointment before placing the longsword down.
Noticing my troubled grimace, Mother smiled as she ran her hands through my hair, "It's a weapon, Arsène. There is no need to be disappointed. They are just tools, for killing nothing more, nothing less."
Smiling slightly, I nodded before walking up to the large spear before me, placing my hand upon it. My mind suddenly felt a sharp pain as a bright light suddenly flashed from the turquoise crystal.
Smiling happily, I turned to Mother, who had a complicated expression, "you really like picking difficult things to master, don't you. Master of the Battle Field, Spears are known for their precision and difficulty."
Shrugging, I was about to answer before I stared at an odd-looking bow; taking a few steps forward, I lifted the bow up gave a slight pull of the string. Like the spear, the bow lit up, surprising both mother and Ray.
"So you have an affinity for the bow as well. You really are my son!" Mother shouted with a radiant smile.
Ray still had a cold look as he collected all the weapons before bowing towards mother. I thanked him for his help before leaving; it was all too obvious that we were not welcomed.