Ambition

The carriage kept on moving. There were sounds of running horses outside. Even if Merlin did not look out of the window, he knew a little that the carriage was going at a great speed from the tremor he felt in the carriage.

"Clang."

Suddenly, the carriage came to a halt. The curtain was pulled open and a gust of cold wind blew in.

"Father."

Merlin showed a questioned look because the one who pulled the curtain down was Old Wilson.

Old Wilson nodded slightly and climbed into the carriage. His face seemed slightly pale, but he looked much better now.

"Father, how's your injury?" Merlin looked at Old Wilson's stomach. There was still a cut on his black armor at that area.

"I'm alright. It's just a cut." Old Wilson paused a little. Then, he raised his head as his eyes stared right at Merlin for a while. He gave a long sigh. "Merlin, you've truly grown up and you can handle the burden of the whole family! There's something I must tell you."