“Alex, is that you?”
He suddenly froze, the light coming from the end of the hallway almost blinded him, yet he still continued to stare as the beating of his heart accelerated. Festul, who was just about to sleep, got up and looked around, searching for any potential threats.
The beating of Alexander’s heart had told him, whoever was here was not a friend. The goosebumps that had appeared on Alexander’s skin gave him further clarity.
He growled, looking ahead into the light, ready to pounce.
[What are you doing! Get your blades!]
Festul said, urging Alexander to take his swords out of their scabbards. However, Alexander didn’t.
“It really is you!”
The voice was heard again, and the figure appeared from the light. A man wearing a full black suit, with polished shoes and a good physique. He screamed order or cleanliness, and his outfit proved it. He also had quite the strange mustache, like the monopoly man.
Furthermore, he was quite old, with a few gray hairs already emerging, but the wrinkles on his face were the true indicators, there was not an inch left untouched. Whether it was from stress or not, who knows?
The man walked towards Alexander, and Festul growled at him, threatening to rip his throat out with his sharp teeth.
‘Not Awakened…’
Festul thought, as he kept his eyes on the individual. The individual was not an awakened, which surprised Festul. He didn’t think a non-awakened would approach the two of them so fearlessly, and never did he think Alexander would hesitate when faced with a non-awakened, no matter who they were or what they possessed.
[Alexander?]
He called out, but no response.
“Never knew you had the tendency for pets, is that a normal dog or a magical creature?”
The man said, looking at Festul with strange eyes, he moved forward but was stopped by Festul releasing his mana forth.
“Oh! So it’s a magic creature!”
There was a slight glint in the man’s eyes, as he observed Festul with great scrutiny, Festul almost felt a chill run down his small spine as he felt as if his entire body was being appraised.
“What are…you doing here?”
Finally, Alexander managed to utter, his hands on his swords.
“Why are you talking to me with such a tone? Have you forgotten who I am?”
Asked the man, staring at Alexander with disgust apparent in his voice. Alexander stepped back, the beating of his heart calming down as he finally regained clarity, however the anger in his eyes did not dissipate.
He kept his eyes firm on the man, watching his every move, eventually the man got annoyed.
“Are you joking, Alex?”
He said.
“What do you want…”
Alex answered, looking at his father, Nathan Wright.
The man, he didn’t want to see ever again, was right in front of him, stopping him from going towards the stadium.
“Well, I’m glad you were actually useful for a change. Go and fight the death predator but lose, we don’t expect you to win, our investors bet a lot on him winning.”
Nathan Wright ordered, and began to leave.
“… What?”
Alexander questioned, confused. Almost taken aback.
“What did you just say?”
Nathan turned around, looking at Alexander with tired eyes, it seemed as if he was tired of a farce he created.
“Didn’t I tell you? Lose.”
“…”
Alexander sighed, and said.
“No.”
Nathan paused, his eyes gaining a hint of anger.
“Are you fucking deaf? I told you to lose, Well, not that you can even beat him anyway. Just make your loss believable.”
“Fuck No.”
Answered Alexander again, looking at his father with contempt. He ignored his father and proceeded forward.
He didn’t spare his ‘father’ a second glance.
“Alexander.”
His father called out.
“ALEXANDER!”
However, he had to resort to such a tone because Alexander did not respond.
“Have you forgotten that you are still a wright? Listen to me!”
How could he have such guts to say this? When he literally forgot all about Alexander when it was deemed that he would be useless.
The Wright’s, although not as influential as the big families were still quite a reputable family with a lot of connections, Alexander was from such a family. They had connections everywhere, and it was because they were a Lawyer family. No matter who it was, they would give their services to anyone who could pay, whether he was guilty or not. This was how they had amassed a large amount of Wealth.
Alexander was not the only sibling, his other siblings had awakened their talent ranking and had a good affinity, but it was he who was kicked out because of his useless affinity, which was, at first, deemed a unique affinity. Alexander’s entire family did not give a single fuck about him, even though he had gotten into Shield, they didn’t spare him a glance. Alexander was barely living off of the free cafeteria food and money he got from odd jobs or Shield’s Credit list. He was forgotten by his family.
Alexander’s Father, however, still kept his eye on him, thinking that maybe he would get a better chance to improve his life. But did he do this out of care for his son? No, it was for profit.
Maybe someone would be interested in Alexander’s seemingly useless affinity. It was only for that reason. He even ignored the bullying from Kyle Flare Alexander suffered, even if it almost brought Alexander to his knees, crying for mercy.
However, things did change when Alexander defeated Kyle. Nathan grew interested in Alexander once more, thinking that maybe he had finally gained some sort of enlightenment! A way to use his element, which he thought was useless. He tried to increase the eyes on Alex, however, Alexander being in shield hindered him greatly. Because of Oliver, even the Wellington’s didn’t dare do anything suspicious, what could the Wright’s do?
He was forced to be in the dark, but, when the Summer Vacation came, he was enthusiastic, thinking that Alexander was finally exposed. He urgently sent a letter to shield expressing his desire for his ‘son’ to come home.
But, he was nowhere to be found. Nowhere. Alexander had gone with the Sword Saint to train, so it was kind of expected he wouldn’t be able to find them in the Human world, because they were in Terra Damnum.
Not to mention the abuse and lack of neglect Alexander faced during his time at home, in the Wright house, where his parents seemingly ignored whatever his siblings did to him.
And after all this, he dared show up, and demand something?
“Who the fuck do you think you…are?”
Asked Alexander, trying to restrain himself from cutting the throat of the man in front of him, it was taking quite an absurd amount of strength to do so.
He was almost surprised at it.
“I am your father, you listen to me!”
He said, walking towards Alexander with an angry gait, almost stomping the ground,
“Fuck Off.”
However, Alexander’s words made him stop abruptly, his face was so red it was no different from beetroot.
“Alexander Wright!”
He called out, using an authoritative tune. The timid Alexander he remembered would always fold at this.
However, Alexander was no longer timid.
“Alexander Wright!”
“Don’t call me that name, I don’t want your last name.”
“Ha?”
Alexander’s father almost chuckled, raising his hand.
“And who do you think would accept you? Stop this farce and come here, Alexander ‘Wright’.”
He pushed his hand forward, trying to reach Alexander…but the next thing he knew, he had no hand.
A crisp, slicing sound rang in the air as Alexander’s blade exited and entered its scabbard in a second, separating Nathan’s right hand from his body.
The hand, adorned with all sorts of expensive rings, fell to the ground and the realization dawned on Nathan. He lost his hand,
“AH!”
It was also accompanied by bloodcurdling screams, Alexander dodged the blood spurting out from the cut appendage, and went forward, dismissing Nathan.
Nathan didn’t even try to stop him, well…not that he could anyway. His entire focus was on his hand, which was on the floor, and the immense amount of blood he was losing by the second. It couldn’t be helped, he wasn’t an awakened and most likely didn’t have a high pain tolerance. A cut hand would almost knock him unconscious.
[You don’t care if he dies?]
Festul inquired, he knew that if this went on and no medical care was administered, Nathan would die.
“Please.”
[Haha.]
However, Alexander’s response was amusing to him, he looked back at the man, laughing.
“Festul, How much can you tamper with the system?”
Alexander suddenly asked.
[Only a little, Why?]
“Change my name.”
“…”
Festul quietly got to work, not minding the sudden request.
And soon it was done.
‘Use my name whenever you like it, you are my student, after all.’
Alexander remembered his master’s words, and thought this was a suitable moment. He would talk it out with the Sword Saint later, and any other legal documents or whatnot. .
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Name: Alexander Miller.
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