Chapter 1 10 years of waiting

The image of the man who took his peaceful life came into his mind, creating hatred in his heart. His sword directly cut down the image of the man, chasing after his false shadows to destroy him, yet he wasn't able to touch him.

Uther looked from the side with a bitter side, seeing his emotions in his sword. First, it was light and peaceful like sunshine but it turned dark like the raging ocean. He wasn't fighting for himself or others, he was fighting for something that went into the past. Hence, he couldn't correct his posture even though he wanted to do so because only Halfdan could fix this.

A while later in the house of Uther. The sound of boiling water reached their ears as Igraine poured hot water into their cups with some herbs to create tea.

" Hmm, you made a delicious cup of tea. It appears that Freyja taught you well."

Magnus praised her craftsmanship with a smile on his face. Unlike his former look, now he had a huge beard until his waist and his hair were grown. His remaining arm grew bigger in size with his other muscles to balance his body.

" You talk like an old man, my friend. Do you perhaps like walking in the meadow."

Magnus rolled his eyes at Uther's sarcasm while sipping the tea. His beard slowly moved when he enjoyed the taste while blowing the steam. His eyes were focused on the sword on his hilt while he kept thinking about something.

The cold steel calmed his chaotic mind as tea brought joy to him. Perhaps, he already lost his sharpness but dullness can be deadlier than sharpness. The heavy crushing power would overpower the piercing power of sharpness.

" Even bears would lose their fangs, my friend. I remember the time when we fought first. You almost defeated me if it wasn't for my timely strike."

Uther snorted at his remark while blowing the steam. His blue eyes were fixated on his beard because, throughout his entire life, he could get a gorgeous beard like him. Yet, this man was showing off like it was some kind of glory.

" Let's forget about the past. Do you know your boy has been training with me? His swordsmanship is remarkable and he might even defeat us but the thing is his sword. His emotions are getting in his way and it isn't a positive one.

His eyes were like the beast's eyes, filled with ferocity and savageness. At this rate, he will destroy himself before getting fame."

Magnus didn't say anything except thinking something in his head. His silent gaze lingered on the field outside the house, yearning to go back but he promised not to do so until his son was ready. However, his son wasn't ready yet. His heart would be drowned by emotions and he would die in the hands of the great men.

" Do you recall your words? You said when we are ready, you will come with us as agreed. I don't imagine how big is the world but I can help you unite this land, Uther. You knew your people were suffering under the rule of the crown and the church.

Do you believe they will let you go free? In this world nothing is free. Believe me, I have paid the price for my arrogance."

His bitter gaze was focused on the empty arm that he once had. The room fell into silence as Uther drew his breath. He calmly pits his hands on the table while leaning on his chair to ponder.

" Maybe our time has come. Maybe you are right but how will I justify my cause? Nobles will wrong me and the king will move against me. The might of the crown is still in my territory."

Magnus laughed at his words while breaking off the corner of his table with his grip.

" Don't lie to me, Uther. Your father is beyond salvation and we have plenty of justification to claim his head. You are just holding your thoughts about your family."

Uther grinned with a cold face as he pushed his chair. He got up from the table while turning his back to Magnus.