Just as Silas expected, his father ordered him to take the breakfast. As soon as he opened his eyes, the old butler came and talked to him about the matter.
After that, he was guided to the bathroom and enjoyed the morning shower. And he was dressed by the two maids from earlier. Maybe because of yesterday's incident, their eyes now carried a brief consideration.
Silas ignored the maids.
He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.
I am a really good looking guy.
Satisfied with his look, Silas left the room. He remembered the general path toward the dining room but his memories regarding that were a bit fuzzy.
Just as he was contemplating, the old butler arrived and guided him.
The servant bowed to him.
Other officials gave him a soft bow and quickly went to tend to their respective jobs. According to his memories, Silas was a quiet guy. His presence in the house was low.
It was not as if he was a timid guy but there was a certain air around him. It seemed like he put up an invisible air around him, making him unapproachable.
Of course, even that kind of guy had their own social circle.
His sister was a part of that. That was why he planned to move away. Getting close to his sister was no good.
She was one of the center characters in the game, known as a Queen of Blood. And Silas himself was a follower of her group. Silas was introduced in the game as an heir of Viremont.
Of course, those were the game plotlines.
Silas didn't want any part of that at all. He just wanted to enjoy a wealthy life. His goal was to secure his safety, save a lot of money and move to a far away place.
As he was wandering in his thoughts, the old butler reached the door and opened it.
Silas nodded to the old butler and entered.
"Enjoy your meal, sir."
"I will. You take a rest as well, Old Gin." Silas called out the butler name.
The butler smiled and gave a small nod. He then closed the door.
Silas turned to face his family. They sat down on the table and waited for him. They haven't eaten yet.
His father took a seat in the middle. On the left was his mother, quietly ordering the head maid. His sister was playing with the knife as usual.
Silas took the seat he was familiar with.
Then they all ate breakfast in silence. Silas enjoyed this more than he thought. Even if they were all strangers to him, the memories inside him held them dear.
It was sad that he was going to leave them. But he was sure that it would be over. After all, he was a cold blooded con artist.
As soon as he finished breakfast, his father spoke.
"I heard that you got into a duel." His father said.
Silas nodded and said politely. "Yes, father. I am sorry for the shame I caused to the house."
His father, Direth, smiled softly. "If you tell me why then I will let go."
Silas gave a thought and said, "Viremont's alcohol is wonderful, father."
Direth paused and let out a laugh. "Good. Good. I will forget this small incident."
Silas nodded with a smile. His sister squinted her eyes, not understanding what just happened.
Just as she was about to ask, Direth cut in. "And why are you here, Azaria Viremont? Don't tell me you escaped from the camp."
"It is not like that, Dad." Azaria shook her head. "Well, it is kind of like that but don't worry, I make sure that I can sneak out without worry."
Direth sighed and messaged his face. "I will call the king and request a vacation for you. So enjoy your stay here for now."
"Thanks, dad." Azaria beamed, despite her huge figure.
Direth sighed and stood up. He left the dining room, muttering softly under his breath.
"What can I do with you two?"
Silas shook his head inwardly. He noticed that Azaria was about to leave and their mother slammed her hand to the table. The force was not intense but the shaking of the glass caused a lot of noise.
Silas lowered his head and let out a sigh. In order to take the first step, he needed his mother.
Elowen, the wife of Direth, the mother of Azaria and Silas. She was a fierce woman, not talking about her fighting strength. Her mental fortitude was sharp and unweaving.
It was described in the game that Azria's crazy mentality was inherited from her mother. Looking back at his memories, Silas didn't find a reason to complain.
"Azaria and Silas. Stay here. We have a lot of things to discuss."
Azaria peeked at Silas and saw the young man drinking a cup of tea without care.
Silas noticed the gaze and smiled.
Azaria sat down and sighed. "What are you going to say, mom? We are sorry for all this."
"I don't want any half hearted apology." Elowen said sharply. "And besides, I don't think you two realized the mistakes you made. I am not as warm as my husband so you will face punishment."
Elowen stood up and ordered the maids to clean up the table. She then glanced at the two siblings and said, "Follow me."
Silas was the first to stand up and walked behind his mother. He was relaxed.
Azaria contemplated for a while and followed the two. She nagged Silas with her finger.
"What?" Silas asked. "Stop poking me, it hurts."
He rubbed his arms and complained.
"You are just too weak."
Silas opened his mouth and stopped himself. He didn't have any way to reject her statement. Azaria was correct. He was quite weak.
"Anyway, what do you want?" Silas asked.
"What is the deal with you and dad?" Azaria asked.
"Oh that. It is nothing."
"Come one, tell me. Tell. Me. Tell me. Tell me."
"Okay. Okay. Geeze, are you a child? Can't believe you are ten years older than me." Silas sighed. "A few months ago, our family developed a new type of alcohol. They used the alcohol on my birthday for the first time for marketing."
"And I gave dad the permission to use my name to show how strong the alcohol was. Like the son of Viremont can't even handle the alcohol. I am sure others would like to taste it."
"Ah." Azaria slapped her hands.
Silas shook his head.
Elowen took the two of them to the training ground. It was a private training ground inside a building, hidden by magic and maintained by knights. The purpose of this training ground was to hide the capability of the family.
Elowen went and grabbed a rapier from the weapon sack. She played with the sword gracefully and then ordered the two to grab their weapons.
Azaria didn't take a weapon and warmed herself. As for Silas, he was caught in a dilemma. His memories told him to grab a standard longsword but right now, his proficiency with the sword dropped.
Having memories didn't translate to good fighting skill. Previous Silas was not the best in sword art but he was not the worst either.
If he had to gauge his martial talent, it was about a rank higher than their family average's knight. It was not weak. After all, Viremont family was a military family. Each knight in his family was stronger than your average knight in the kingdom.
Silas could place himself in the top tier if he devoted his entire life to the martial art. But he didn't want that. He was lazy.
Previous Silas might pursue it if he knew about his own talent.
Previous Silas had a very deep inferiority complex regarding his sister. He loved his sister but couldn't stand that she was much brighter than him. That was why he rejected the martial path.
Luckily for him, his talent in magecraft was as strong or much stronger than his martial talent. In the game, Silas chose the mage path.
It was said that if he chose the two path, he would be very powerful.
Currently, Silas was in neither of those. He was actively destroying his own life. That was why he sought to cause trouble on his own birthday.
Mom and dad probably realized this. That is why they didn't punish him.
Silas closed his eyes. He was blessed with wonderful parents.
Current Silas didn't plan to pursue martial arts or magecraft. Those things required a lot of time and dedication. Those two requirements didn't match his style.
He became a con man because he didn't want to give his time.
Silas picked a long sword and took a small knife as well. He hid the knife inside his pants and walked to the training ground.
Can I sense mana? Silas closed his eyes and tried to extend his consciousness.
He was greeted with darkness.
Make sense. He shook his head and readied himself.
Elowen arrived and drew her rapier. With her expensive looking dress, she was like a fairy. A very dangerous fairy.
Her whole demeanor shifted as soon as she stepped inside the ring.
Silas glanced at his side, Azaria was grinning ear to ear. She bammed her fists, and a sonic boom echoed.
"As a punishment, you two will spar with me until I say so. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Yeah."
Elowen nodded and flashed forward at a lighting speed. Her light sword was met by flesh.
Elowen smiled devilishly, very similar to Azaria. Like a mother, like a daughter.
Silas sighed and charged forward.