Arth was upset, and not just a little. His father wanted him to marry one of Graylor's descendants because of the good relationship that Arthur, his father, had with Grivnar and Aneris, Count Graylor and his son, but Arth did not want to. The Graylor girls were too arrogant, and that irritated Arth, seeing as their house was one of the strongest.
"I do not want to marry them, my father. Please." Arth pleaded, but his father looked at him with impatience on his face.
"When I was your age, my son, and your grandfather was still alive, I had no choice but to marry your mother. I tried to ask him not to force me to marry her. At that time, your grandfather looked at me with sadness on his face and said: 'We have no power, my great son. Tell me, what choice do we have?!' And in that way, I married the daughter of the Aryster. How do you think I reacted when I heard that my family did not have enough money to buy a slave? Or when my father was considered a traitor for forcing me to marry the enemy? Or when I had your sister and was already falling in love with your mother, only to see her dead, at the hands of the old king? I am sorry, son, but Patriarch Graylor saved my skin when I was at war! I swore, at that time, your hand to one of his granddaughters!" And his father went up the stairs, most likely to go to his office to work or to his room to sleep.
Arth was irritated with his father, but said nothing more. After all, an oath on the battlefield is still an oath.
Arth prepared himself to go to the garden to speak with his sister and the Graylor girls until his father, who was standing at the top of the stairs, spoke again, and this time with a severe tone:
"Study! Tomorrow you turn fifteen. I have enrolled you in the Academy of the Gods."
At this point in history, the year 7320, that is, fifteen years before Ethan's transmigration, the Derylini Academy was still called the Academy of the Gods. And it was a school made for learning magic and helping the chosen ones of the gods. Since Arth was the chosen one of the god of BAD LUCK, Lucinar, he was obliged to go to the academy when he turned fifteen. His father looked at him once more with sadness and left without saying anything else.
While Arth walked through the gardens looking for his sister, he felt more and more relieved that he had taken a shower. Fortunately, his boots were clean and no longer stuck to the ground or made that strange noise usually caused by the slime present on the black boots.
The back garden was enormous, that is, to say the least, like a bourgeois house, or five peasant houses. In the middle of this beautiful and flowery garden was a large parasol, fixed to the ground, golden with ruby inlays on its periphery; underneath it were – Morgana Graylor, with dark blue hair, Irina Graylor, with deep blood-red hair, and Martha, with long, curly black hair, like everyone in the Erréndias house. They were talking happily, that is, Morgana and Martha; Irina was sitting looking at the tea as if it held the answer to some unquestionable question.
"Oh my Macano! Did you see the little Decatry boy? Andy, right?" Arth listened from behind a Razarius-Dery tree, while Morgana spoke cheerfully.
"The first chosen one of Macano in the entire history of Endomyar?" Surprisingly, Irina was the first to open her mouth.
"Oh, someone is interested." Said Martha with a lecherous look.
"Yes, of course I am. Who wouldn't be? Macano has never been a god to have chosen ones, you know?" And she looked back at her teacup. The two girls beside her ignored her.
"Oh Desty, Desty, my god of love! His beauty makes you think that he is, in fact, the chosen one of Desty and not that monkey!" Martha exclaimed, with her voice in the tone only seen in lovestruck girls. In Arth's opinion, all noble suitors were better than Lirius.
This would be the moment when he would come out from behind the tree and greet the beautiful "ladies," but the conversation was too interesting. That Decatry boy, besides being charming with women, seemed extremely strong. And since he belonged to the most noble family of blacksmiths in Endomyar, he must have very powerful swords. Arth was eager to see Andy at his birthday tomorrow.
"Don't tell me anything, Martha. I want to marry him and have six children without ever having spoken to him, but unfortunately my father and the old man want me to marry your brother. Don't get me wrong, I will marry your brother, whether I like it or not. I am a noble, and as such, I will not go back on my word, and I will not betray your brother's trust just for some handsome boy!"
And that was why Arth thought of choosing Morgana. Unlike her sister, Irina was very cold. So cold that people on the continent knew her as an ice cube, and if there was something Arth did not find attractive, it was a woman who acts like a war commander sacrificing an enemy child to save her own. The truth was that the Graylor family was running out of money, and so, my father, a great friend of the Graylors, decided to give them a hand by accepting the hand of one of their girls for me. Now, Morgana was sweet.
"Don't worry, I know he can be very annoying sometimes. Always telling me not to go to the dungeons because the prisoners might try something with me, or trying to force me not to marry Lirius because he is a bad person. That side of him irritates me so much!!!"
"You are more childish than you appear, Martha, and you still call yourself the sole lady of the Erréndias, when in truth you are just a girl as stupid as a donkey! You can't even count to one hundred, you can't write a good letter, you are hateful! Tell me, have you ever stopped to think about the kind of man you want? And I am not talking about the Decatry boy, he is a good person, I am talking about your beautiful prince, Lirius Remadís, the rapist and great murderer of maids! Do you think that just because you are a noble girl, he won't hurt you? If so, then you prove what I said about you being stupid. I pity your brother for having to deal with you every day. I am fed up. Bye, I am going to sleep a bit until dinner." She got up and went to the mansion, by the other path that leads to the back door. Arth had come here through the main door.
Arth watched the ice cube, who did not show many emotions, break and shine like never before, and all of this for him. *"You are interesting, Irina."*