Mount and Blade

Trunks: "..." "...I hope so."

Trunks was silent for a while, and looked out the window into the distance again, because there was no peace inside Buckley. Although he did not want to violate his oath of allegiance to the Buckley royal family, the current situation was also very tense, with the civil war that occurred all year round. As a result, all the dukes, ministers and lords are secretly hoarding their strength, and the undercurrent is surging, fearing that the group of people will be ready to take action as soon as the old king dies.

Selanti's eyes were a little sad, and the two of them had their own thoughts. Until one of them spoke, Trunks suddenly smiled sadly.

"I still miss those days when we had adventures together."

"...Well, yes, I am still very grateful to you. That period was the happiest time in my life." Seranti felt a little guilty in her heart. She always refused to trust anyone, even Trunks also has to hide it.

Seranti fell into memories, a dark past.

............

He was born into a noble family in the Lion Realm. It was more like a prison than a home, a tower full of desire and greed.

His mother was a noble Noldor elf, who was bought by that man at a huge price... As an illegitimate child and mixed with the blood of elves, he was destined not to be blessed from birth.

That man might just be doing it for fun, raising himself up so he can put it up for auction.

Seranti lived with his mother in a high tower and was brought up by a wet nurse. At the age of three, he took advantage of the absence of the maid on the high tower and climbed onto his mother's bed full of shackles and chains out of curiosity, but he was almost killed by his biological mother. Choked to death, she roared weakly, her eyes The emotions in her were mixed with anger and sadness. The fangs in her mouth were pulled out and her tongue was cut. Only a few simple notes and roars could roll out of her throat. She looked in pain, maybe because she still had the only remaining breath. A trace of... a mother's intolerance.

She roared and kicked Seranti to the ground, whose face turned purple after being pinched. She was picked up by the nanny who came over after hearing the sound. The little Seranti started to cry, maybe because she was a half-elf. The reason was that he actually understood the emotions emanating from his mother. From that day on, Seranti began to vaguely remember things.

From that day on, Seranti was locked in an iron cage and would only be released at a fixed time. A man could often be seen coming to her mother's room, and she would always scream angrily until then. The man leaves.

"...Don't give her medicine this week. Next week I have to discuss some important matters with the earls of Crowland." The man ordered the maid who came to force-feed his mother soup every day.

"Okay sir."

The door slowly closed, and Serantine's eyes looked at her mother on the bed with confusion. At this time, he didn't even understand what medicine was, and Serantine's mother also saw him squatting in the cage and looking at her. To himself, he glared at Selanti angrily and turned over.

In the next few days, I only remember that there was a lot of noise downstairs in the castle. It seemed that the banquet had just ended. Several strange men came to my mother's room following the father the wet nurse said. In these few days, my mother looked better than before. The weak and weak state is much better.

"What a masterpiece!"

"Yeah, tsk tsk."

"Arcas, do you really want to share it with us?"

"Of course, it's just the trade agreement between our kingdom..."

"Hahaha, it's easy to say, I will definitely do it. This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful elf..."

A rough night...

But Seranti witnessed all this with his own eyes. The emotions exuded by his mother made him feel deeply depressed. His pointed little ears were drooping. He curled up in the cage and hugged his little self. For the first time, he felt Fear, uneasiness, and sadness that comes from nowhere.

Apparently, the group noticed Selanti being locked in a cage.

"Hahaha, is this a little mixed race?"

"...It's just a commodity. It's still too young now. Let's take care of it later." The man called 'Father' spoke coldly.

"Well, he has such a good face at such a young age. It's a pity that I can't wait until he grows up to try it, hahaha."

"Hahaha..." Several men around him also laughed, and the so-called 'father' also sneered disdainfully.

Cold and ruthless...

Perhaps due to the mixture of human blood, Selanti grew as large as a human child of the same age.

After that night, every time the man came to the room, he would beat his mother. As soon as the man came, he could hear the mother's painful whimpering and screams. At this time, the mother was already thinner than five years ago, because She never refused to eat. She no longer needed medicine to make her weak, and she no longer chose to resist. Serantine could feel that she wanted to starve herself to death. She was not willing to live anymore. , just like a shriveled doll.

Perhaps after accepting a certain test in the Knights, 'Father' began to teach himself swordsmanship, archery, and horseback riding, all in the hands of others who did not have a castle. As expected by the group of scholars, Selanti learned He learns things very quickly. Whenever he reaches a certain target, the so-called 'father' will touch the top of his golden hair. When he is not satisfied, he will punch and kick himself. He often beats himself. She would say that she looks like her mother.

Soon, they were not satisfied with the test of Seranthi's martial arts, and began to teach him to read and test him on the knowledge points of each book. It was obvious that Seranthi could answer the content on each page almost perfectly after just reading it once, which made the scholars of the Knights gasp, but those scholars obviously just wanted to continue observing and adopt Seranthi's understanding of those poems and books.

Every time Seranthi learned something new, he would happily show off to his mother. He no longer stayed in the same room with his mother. Although she would not give him a good face every time he visited her, it was obvious that his efforts had some effect. At least she didn't seem to hate him so much.

However, it was obvious that someone was dissatisfied with the care of his ‘father’. A boy with a sword broke into Seranti’s world and asked for a duel. He had carefully studied the meaning of duels and naturally understood the meaning. It was a battle with life as the stakes. He almost killed him by mistake, and this scene happened to be seen by his ‘father’, the previous Grand Duke of Long Lake Town in Sarleon Territory - Acas.

"What are you doing? Beast!"

After checking his son's condition, Acas slapped Seranti hard and kicked him out. He didn't get up for a long time. He didn't understand why his father beat him without understanding the origin of the matter. This was a preference for the child.

Because he almost killed his heir, Seranti was whipped in the dungeon for nearly half a month and ushered in the darkest period of his life.