Golden spoon

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(Leon's POV)

There were many things I hated in the world but if I had to pick one that stood above all then it would be simple, Those born with a golden spoon. The people who had their lives planned out for them from the very beginning and didn't have to lift a finger to achieve great things.

'Cunts' I leaned back comfortably while staring at the celling with a sneer painted on my face.

"AGGH!"

The rest of us hard workers like myself had to work for what we wanted while they could just run around like headless chickens and reach double the height. I learned that as a fact when I was very young and didn't know much about the world, Especially since I was born at the bottom of the latter in this game called life.

My mother and father were childhood sweethearts growing up in the same village far down south. My father was a mercenary who had returned after years of being away to wed the women he loved, My parents became husband and wife eventually giving brith to my elder sister followed a few years later by me.

"AGHHH S~SO DEEP!"

Our father took on odd jobs like guarding and escorting caravans to put food on the table giving us a comfortable life, Everything was a blessing but the truth is that joy never lasts. On my sixth birthday my father passed away when a merchant caravan he was protecting was attacked by those disgusting demon's.

I was so young at the time I couldn't even comprehend what had happened, All I knew was my father wasn't coming back and that my mother and elder sister wouldn't stop crying. Without the sole provider our family was quickly chanced from comfortable to the point we could barely afford stale bread.

I wanted to help but my mother wouldn't allow me saying it was her responsibility to take care of us, And so she started to sell herself. My mother was a very gorgeous woman that had always been very well know with the men in the village, And the fact she had a very enormous chest quickly made her very popular.

My mother never did her job near us but she would always come home disheveled covered in bit marks with her clothing torn. At first I was torn mentally that she had to do something so vulgar while I was useless, But as I grew older that feeling started to change into embarrassment and annoyance.

The village we lived in wasn't very large so the fact my mother was a street girl was public information. I was constantly teased by my so called friends and always got recognized whenever I went outside, It made me humiliated walking to buy food and knowing many of the men I saw had paid for a night to use my mother.

It was around that time that the hero received the goddesses blessing. Such news was the talk of the village with everyone saying how incredible and joyful it was, I was no different living in my daydreams as child wondering what it would be like to be the one who was chosen. To have the entire continent look up to you and the power to make anyone bow at your feet.

I also despised the demons for what they had done to my father and my life in turn. I wanted to kill the demon king and those disgusting creatures, Of course it was an unrealistic dream that could only be pushed into the back of my head.

"AGGHG!"

The say change is impossible to ignore and after on a steamy summer day a noble passed through the town to rest for the evening. He was an older man with the title of count and I'm not exactly sure how the meeting went but he became mesmerized by my mother choosing to take her as his mistress. We left the small village and came to a larger city that was even deeper in that hot miserable hellhole.

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