I hope things will be better in Yars; I don't want to take the blame for this scumbag grandfather and be stabbed to death by a stranger on the road.
After traveling for half a month since leaving Rohan City, we finally arrived at the royal capital, Yars.
The city of Yars was huge; the city walls alone were more than ten meters taller than those of Rohan.
Indeed, walls capable of defending against a rogue Dragon look extremely sturdy.
The Royal Capital of Yars: the largest city in the world, named after the hero who led the Human Race to victory in the Human-Demon Great War.
People seeing this city for the first time often cannot hide their astonishment.
The majestic Royal Castle—the Silver Palace—towering on the hill.
The huge mansions of the high-ranking nobles surrounding the castle.
Then, the fortress-like city walls enclosing them, and the vast cityscape extending endlessly from there.
The giant Colosseum, the luxurious training grounds of the Knights Order, the beautiful temple of the Millis Religion.
The elevated bridges scattered throughout the city, the headquarters of the world's largest trading companies, the main dojo of the Water God Style main lineage.
The opera house district lined with theaters, the Red-light District exuding the seductive charm of women.
The gate built to commemorate the victory of the Laplace Campaign.
The city extended infinitely into the distance, impossible to take in all at once.
The Althil River, vast and boundless like a mother, flowing past.
This was the oldest city among humans, even hailed as possessing everything in this world.
The above passage was from the 'traveling the world' book I had read.
Upon arriving in the city, I noticed that the common people treated our convoy well; there wasn't the hostile atmosphere found in Rohan City.
However, there was no cheering crowd either; they were probably indifferent.
With knights clearing the way, there was no need to worry about crowded roads caused by inattentive people.
After driving for about an hour, we entered the noble district.
The noble district here was similar to Rohan City.
Occasionally, we would see groups of people in armor marching in formation on the road; they were likely the Kingdom's Knights patrolling the roadside.
The Knights Order was only visible near the city walls and in the noble district.
How was security maintained in the commoner district?
Were there police here?
After driving for nearly another hour in the noble district, near the Royal Castle, the Silver Palace, I finally reached the destination.
It was a massive garden covering an area close to a golf course.
After entering the main gate, we walked along a stone path for about ten minutes before reaching the villa where my grandfather Darius currently resided.
The entire villa covered an area of about 1,300 square meters, equivalent to the size of two standard basketball courts.
The front and back villas were arranged symmetrically, connected by a twenty-meter-long landscaped corridor.
The villa directly facing us adopted a Neoclassical style, featuring a white marble facade complemented by Roman columns and a curved terrace.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were inlaid with gilt frames, and the roof was covered with slate-gray glazed tiles.
The overall appearance was elegant and solemn.
The villa behind it was in the Gothic Revival style, with dark gray limestone exterior walls paired with pointed arch windows, flying buttresses, and rose windows decorating the facade.
The ivy-covered tower exuded a sense of mystery.
This was my grandfather's private villa.
According to the butler, no one could set foot in that back villa without the grandfather's permission.
There were also many visible guards and hidden sentinels protecting the villa's security.
Of course, the butler introduced me to these guards, so at least as long as I didn't go into the back villa, there shouldn't be any security issues.
After arriving at the villa, I was assigned a room of about 150 square meters; this was too large.
After my maids moved my luggage into the room, the old butler informed me that Grandfather Darius was still in the royal city accompanying the King to handle court affairs.
He was not expected to return to the villa until that evening to receive me.
I took this time to quickly acclimatize to this new home, hoping there wouldn't be too many problems.
As evening approached, my grandfather returned to the villa and received me.
He was quite different from my initial impression.
Although he was very obese, he didn't look greasy, and his face held a dignified air.
He was also unsmiling when he saw me.
However, he still symbolically hugged me, after all, I was his grandson.
He wasn't the type to lay hands on his own grandson.
The Prodia Family favored young girls, not young boys.
Grandfather said to me, "I brought you here because I found a better magic teacher for you.
You must take her as your master and study magic diligently.
Strive to produce a Saint-level or King-level Magic Grandmaster for the family, which will give our family more say and strength in the Asura Kingdom."
"Additionally, Grandfather wants me to interact with the King of Asura's eldest son, Gustav Zaphnen Asura.
Although this prince is already twelve years old, normal interaction is possible as long as the status difference isn't too significant."
As expected, interacting with the First Prince.
I definitely cannot accept this task; he is someone standing at the very center of the storm, and I cannot draw attention.
I reminded myself internally.
However, I naturally agreed profusely, since I was only just over four years old.
What great things could one expect from a four-year-old child?
If I act like a four-year-old, I should be able to fool him about this matter.
Furthermore, I requested Grandfather Darius for permission to apprentice at the Water God Style Dojo, since having more skills never hurts.
Naturally, such a request showing ambition was approved by my grandfather.
Which elder wouldn't want their descendant to learn more skills?
He probably wouldn't like me spending all my time with women either, even though he himself was that kind of person.
And so, after accompanying me through a lavish dinner, he left the room for the villa in the back.
Around 7 or 8 PM, as I was falling asleep, I vaguely heard sounds of whipping and a woman's wail.
This sent a jolt through my body.
What was that old pervert doing back there was self-evident.
Truly terrifying.