LIAMARLO
the past Alan 2

The king and merchant immediately looked at Alan whose eyes were already bloated with tears.

The king, took off his gloves and immediately wiped Alan's Tears using his hands.

"I, could have reported you to the higher-ups of this kingdom for hiding him" said Vian (North King)

The merchant could not dwell anymore.

"Well, With a heavy heart, I am willing to sell Him at four times the original price" said the merchant with a smile.

"certain"

Finally, Alan was brought in by Vian.

At first, Vian did not know that Alan was actually a man.

While in the horse-drawn carriage, Alan told me everything about himself.

Vian smiled broadly while holding onto Alan's shoulder.

"Be, successor. You don't want to die, do you ?"

Alan was really surprised to hear that.

Belief in others in Alan began to doubt.

The day after Alan's arrival in the Kingdom of the Nord, otherwise known as the kingdom of the Northern tip of the Ardan Negri, he had to wake up early before the soldiers woke up.

It was a rule given by Vian, the King of the Nordic Kingdom.

Unfortunately on that first day, Alan woke up bad luck because of fatigue.

"BYUURPR!!!!!" A glass of water doused Alan's still-asleep face.

Alan immediately opened his eyes forcefully and followed with a rapid beating of his heart.

Alan stood up and bowed.

"I'm Sorry, Your Majesty !" Assertive Alan with a body that is still limp and trembling.

"Call Me Father" said Vian.

"I'm Sorry Dad !"

"From tomorrow, get up earlier than the Soldiers"

"Okay Dad ! I'll wake up earlier than the others !" Assertive Alan who was still bowing.

"Yes, get ready. I'm waiting on the field 15 minutes from now. You're late for breakfast. So, your meal will come later at noon" Vian said as he exited Alan's room.

Alan stood straight up.

"It's okay. I can still drink water until lunch time" Inner Alan while preparing to go to the field.

Vian intends to make the appointment to Alan next week.

For now, he focused on sword training, manners, eating, street manners, speech, dress code, to the Nordic royal culture as a young Prince.

Alan came to a spaciousness more than the time set by Vian.

"You're late Alan" Vian said as he held a wooden sword that was nearly a meter long.

"Sorry Dad ! I had a hard time wearing these pants !" Alan's honest answer is that this is the first time he has worn pants that are filled with binders to protect his knees and vital parts.

"A nonsensical excuse. As a Prince you must be on time. Because you're late, you have to get punished, so as not to repeat this" Vian said.

Alan immediately widened his eyes.

"SNAKE!!!!!!" Vian smacked his wooden sword right at the bottom of Alan's nape near his left ear.

"NGGGGUUUUNGGGG...." Alan's gaze instantly blackened and followed with his ears buzzing for quite a while

Alan immediately fell to his knees.

He blinked his eyes repeatedly as his gaze began to return however, it was still blurred.

"Stand up" said Vian who was not compassionate to the poor boy.

Alan wanted to get angry and avenge Vian's actions.

But, what's the power.

He just hitchhiked.

At any time, He can be issued at any time in this foreign kingdom.

Day by day passed.

Alan was getting used to Vian's assertive nature.

After the appointment of Alan as the adopted Son of Vian and Prince Nord, Vian's behavior to Alan became more so, when Vian began teaching Magic to Alan.

Alan had started to feel pain since learning magic.

Vian never listened to his adopted son's complaints.

All he knew, Alan always joked to laugh with the soldiers who made him feel envious.

He, too, wanted to joke with his adopted son.

As his sense of rhythm peaked, Vian began to prohibit Alan from talking to anyone other than him and made a full daily schedule for Alan.

Until then, Alan only had two hours to sleep.

Alan could not be angry at Vian.

Because, Vian has given everything Alan wants without asking for it.

But, how long will Alan be able to withstand the attitude of his stepfather ?

That day, Alan heard the news that the Xexilia Kingdom was going to attack the Nordic Kingdom because of a dispute over territory.

Reportedly, if the Kingdom of Nord unfairly listed the name of the border village between the two in the map of the Nordic Powers.

For Alan, who was now 18 years old and had defied the title of Crown Prince of Nord, it was a small and trivial thing that was raised by the Xexilia kingdom.

"Why should war ? Can't we negotiate with them ? If we go to war, there will be many lives that will be at stake for Dad" said Alan who was in the meeting room with his Father in preparing a strategy of attack and ambush.

Vian immediately looked towards Alan and frowned his Eyebrows.

"You're a little Alan. You don't know what about this. So, just listen and pay attention" Vian said.

"I'm Sorry Dad"

The Nordic Kingdom had prepared its Strategy and had begun to set traps around the combat area that were being helped with Alan and Vian's magic.

Unfortunately, it did not go smoothly according to the expectations of the Nord Kingdom itself.

This battle, won by the Kingdom of Xexilia,

The defeat of Nord, caused by a trap that failed to explode in the combat area.

Alan, accused of having allied himself with the Xexilia Kingdom by putting the wrong rapals in the trap.

On the night of the same day after Nord's defeat for the first time, Alan was instantly locked up in a magic wall belonging to the five Warriors that Vian had sent.

Alan who did not know what was immediately furious at the Soldiers who ambushed him from behind.

When he reached the place where Vian was, Alan's magic wall instantly withered and changed the binding magic that made him unable to move or cast his magic.

Taking out magic, it will only make Alan's magic energy drain.

Alan was forced to his knees by the soldiers who took him.

"YOU, REALLY DON'T RECIPROCATE !" Firmly Vian while pointing his magic sword towards Alan.

"What does Father mean ?!" Alan asked while looking at Vian's wrathful face.

"Why are you acting so stupid ?! In fact, I love you as much as my own son. I trained you with my own hands. And is this your return to me ?" Ask Vian.

Alan really does not know what Vian means.

"Dad, I'm ben-" said Alan who was not finished while trying to stand up.

Vian's legs shot fiercely towards Alan's right head.

Instantly, Alan instantly widened his fiery red eyes.

"PRUCK!!!"

"Bruck"

Alan immediately fell down and felt a tremendous pain in his right ear.

Alan's right ear bled from Vian and his left head came out of blood as he fell hard enough.

"Don't call me Dad with your dirty mouth. You're not my son anymore." Vian said that made Alan surprised and immediately widened his eyes.

Alan and the soldiers were silent on the spot.

Instantly, he felt empty and dark.

"Why ?" Lirih Alan asked hearing Vian's words.

Vian did not hear it because Alan's voice was too small.

Vian grabbed Alan's slightly golden brown hair.

Alan's watery eyes made Vian more emotional.

Alan, hold the dike.

Not just once, this kept happening to Alan repeatedly.

"I, withdraw your title as Crown Prince Nord..."

"I never asked for that title from you"

"Choose, Die before all the citizens as traitors or Go from here for the dead because of the enemy ?" Vian asked as he widened his eyes.

Alan's eyes were straight on.

Alan showed his smile before Vian sincerely.

"Can you kill me as your son ?"

Alan really wanted to scream at the unfairness of the world to him.

"What kind of empty "mong is that ? I, never once thought of you as my son" Vian said, to Alan's great surprise.

Alan's heart, it's like it's been pierced by thousands of invisible needles.

Alan's view became empty.

His hatred for a King was growing.

"I thought you were different" Alan said to Vian, grinning at Vian.

Vian, look into Alan's hateful eyes.

Vian felt Alan's Aura start to blacken.

However, Vian tried to stay relaxed in front of Alan.

The five warriors who felt it retreated slowly.

Alan closed his eyes, Tears dripping from his eyes.

"Me, expect genuine affection for you. I don't care about the title or the punishment I get when I'm taught by you. What's... IS THIS WHAT I GOT AFTER I OBEYED ALL YOUR WORDS ?!" Ask Shouted Alan.

Vian let go of his snapper.

"Oh, King Nord de Vian the Great. I never asked you to give me your kingdom. I never asked you to make me your successor. I only asked you two things ! Love and Trust only !" Assert Alan while standing.

"I thought you were punishing me as proof of the affection you gave me. Ack ! It turns out, all that, is just a fantasy I dreamed of since childhood ! And now, may I, May I slash your neck with the magic you taught me ?" Ask Alan who ended a small ruckus.

"Protect Your Majesty !" Firmly the Warrior soldier while standing before Alan.

"Why ? Why are you blocking me ? Didn't you also suffer because of him ?" Alan asked as he leaned his face towards the soldier.

"Alan, you're crazy !" Firm Vian.

"I've been crazy since I was a kid. You know it yourself. I'm a monster, not a human. And you, are the Devil who created the monster as your own destroyer" Alan said as he walked towards the soldier.

"Soldier, arrest Him and take Him to a special cell" Vian said.

Alan's two arms, held by the soldier without a fight.

"I make sure ! All the kings of this country I will kill with my power ! And magic will be proof as my promise !" Firm Alan.