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I AM EDITING IT'S FIRST VOLUME~~~ "Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence." I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears. "Tell him I'll be there shortly." "I understand, y-young master." I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection. And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally. For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than "fat," and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that. "I suppose I need a workout." Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy. After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it. I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out. Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily. "You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!" . . "We're here, young master." Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter. "Give me a hand." I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath. "Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?" I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care. As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father. "I'm alright, Dad." Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants. "Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!" You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame. "What's going on, Dad?" Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it.... "Your fiancee is coming tomorrow" ~~~~~~~~~ Join Discord for Faster Update notification:: https://discord.gg/QZnWtQARft NO YURI NO INCEST NO NTR --- This story doesn't carry any of these things. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ~ you can expect some errors

A4KL · Fantasy
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Chapter 10 - The Obsedian Order

"Duchess Kassidy, you are now accepted as 'Orderian,'"

One of the shadow figures knelt before me, followed by twenty more shadows who knelt as well.

They informed me that I was finally officially accepted into the organization known as the «The Obsidian Order »

I had joined them when one of these shadowy figures approached me, and I had no choice but to accept. After all, they had saved my son's life on that fateful day.

Yes, it was the shadows who protected us then. In return, they had told me that I was a candidate for this organization.

Duchess Maria, a member of House Ronen, was also a candidate, though not officially inducted just like me.

To become a full-fledged member and have the authority to command these shadows at will, I needed the approval of a 'The Obsidian Order'

The requirement for being accepted as a 'Orderian ' was to have a talented younger generation who could serve as your heir and to whom you could pass on your 'Orderian's duty' after your demise.

In my case, I had found that heir in my son, Zephyr, whose latent abilities had been awakened.

And Also,with my son's display of power,now the Elders would have no objections if I offered 'Luinera,' the guardian spirit of House Liander to my son.

"Madam, Young Master Zephyr is leaving," a maid informed me. I turned my gaze outside the mansion to see him departing, assisted by some servants. My child had truly grown.

"Luinera, as the owner of this Duchy, I request that you protect my son."

With a graceful swish, a large, bird-like form of golden light emerged from my body and made its way into Zeph's. I watched my son with mixed emotions, whispering, "I hope you have a good life, my son."

"Shadows, eliminate all the spies in this mansion. I don't want to see any of them until tomorrow."

"We heed the 'Order's' command."

With another swish, the shadows set to their task.

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Zeph's POV

Now that I had the treasury key, all that remained was to enter «The Sanctum»

The Sanctum had multiple floors, and the more keys you possessed, the higher you could ascend to obtain weapons of greater power.

In my case, the 'Zendal Bracelet' was on the lowest floor, which made it relatively easy to acquire.

"Let's depart. Help me with the carriage," I instructed the servants. With my task completed, I boarded the carriage.

As I settled in, I felt a golden light entering my body.From the first glance I identified this light, It was 'Luinera,' my mother's guardian spirit.

Due to this spirit Kassidy will arise in power, She got her control over Shadows in later volume as she adopted a orphan who awakened her ability to manifest Ice element and made possible for mother to gain control over the Shadows, As she become official member of 'The Obsedian Order' a secretive organization managed by seven divine beings.

Their purpose was to establish connections with talented individuals and find the most suitable vessel for their incarnation on Earth to combat evil.

These chosen individuals, often heroes, would gain great power and be bound by certain restrictions, such as never lying or never giving in to anger, ofcourse these things will happen in latter volume, Until then it's alright.

Now, she even given up her guardian spirit, I may be a valuable resource but not more than a Guardian spirit.

Despite her initial hostility, I couldn't help but think that she might not be as hateful as I'd believed.

I glanced at her through the carriage window, her back turned toward me.

"Kassi— Mother"

At this moment, I realised, I need to become habitual of referring her like one, even though she doesn't deserve it afterall.

'You can't make an omelet without breaking an egg'