proposal

ON BEHALF OF (Roel Askart)

At the moment we were sitting at the table on the sofa. My parents were sitting with me on the right side of the table, and the elf who introduced himself as the "Envoy of the Royal Family" was sitting on the opposite side of the table.

My father took a sip from a cup of tea and asked, "So why did the ambassador of the royal family come here?"

The ambassador took a sip from his cup and said, "I'll be brief with you, Mr. Ascart. Your son has been chosen by the royal family to be a powerful warrior who will protect the Elenoir Kingdom from external threats."

My father didn't seem surprised by the ambassador's statement. Well, it's not surprising that the royal family was interested in me, after all, I formed my mano core at the age of three.

My father leaned on the sofa and said, "What kind of warriors? And why haven't I heard of them?"

The Ambassador replied, "This is classified information. Unfortunately, I can't answer your question."

My father had a vein on his forehead and he said, "Then what will happen if we agree to your proposal?"

The ambassador smiled and said, "Your family will be granted a special noble status, and your family will also be inviolable. Your son will be trained in the palace by the best masters in the field of mana control and martial arts."

My mom immediately replied, without giving my father a chance to say even a word - "What does it mean that he will study at the palace?"

The ambassador replied, "That's what it means, ma'am, your son will be trained in the palace until he reaches at least a silver core."

My father seemed to be considering this proposal and asked, "And how long will we be able to see our son?"

The ambassador immediately replied, "You will see him once a month."

My mom immediately replied, "We refuse this offer. Thank you for coming here and goodbye"

The ambassador grinned and said, "This is an offer from the royal family itself, it cannot be refused."

My mom replied, "But we still refuse your offer, and could you please leave this house?"

The Ambassador was silent for about thirty seconds and said- "you Know, your family could be in trouble after this failure, I'll give you advice, please give now your son, what would you avoid unnecessary problems, in the end, sooner or later your son will be taken away."

My mother was furious, "You can leave this house? We have made it clear to you that we are not interested in your offer, but you still continue to insist that I give you my son."

The ambassador got up, headed for the exit and said, "I will leave, but remember my advice, sooner or later, but your son will still fall into the hands of the royal family."

After the door closed, I saw a gloomy expression on the faces of my parents.

Is the royal family so rotten? Taking a three-year-old child from his parents is… Low.

As I thought, in all the worlds at the top there are rotten people who are only interested in power and wealth. If I had the past powers, I would just destroy their palace into small specks of dust, but now I do not know what to do. I have neither the strength nor the influence to fight the royal family.

My father seemed to be considering this offer. My mother saw his thoughtful expression and said, "Aran, you're not going to give our son to them, are you?"

My father replied, "Of course not, but if we have no choice..."

My mother interrupted him: "Aran, he's only three years old, I won't let anyone take our son, even if it's the royal family."

My father replied, "But you heard the ambassador, didn't you? If everything he said happens, then we can be left with nothing."

And that's how my parents' quarrel started.

I quietly went to my room, lay down on the bed and began to think about everything that happened today. I lay on the bed for thirty minutes and remembered that we were playing hide-and-seek with Lily.

Damn, she's probably still hiding, haha.... I think we need to find her as soon as possible.

I got out of bed and went to leave my bedroom, but I was interrupted by a knock on the window.

I went to the window and saw an old man, it seemed he had already experienced his prime, all the features of his face were sharp. He had a beard and gray hair, he was wearing a black cloak that would... that the elves could not find out his identity?

I thought it was the killer, but immediately put this thought out of my head, why would the killer knock on the window?

An unknown old man in a raincoat pointed to the window with his hands and said, "Baby, can you open the window? it's pretty cold in here."