Chapter 111: Foreshadowing (1/2)

(AN: I know my title suck this time. Don't throw stones at me. I am just too sleepy to search for a fitting title. XD)

[TRAVERS ESTATE]

*Clang* *Clang* *Clang*

Somewhere in the mansion of the Travers family, the sound of metal clashing could be heard.

Currently, Theresa was wearing light transparent clothes and was sitting in front of a fire stove as she swung down a hammer larger than her head again and again. Even though dwarves possessed a resistance to fire and she was wearing fireproof clothes, sweat was flowing from her body like water.

Even so, her body was steady and her expression focused.

*Clang* *Clang* *Clang*

She continued to swing her hammer without pause, and under her mighty strike, the weapons she was creating were gradually taking shape.

As a dwarf, she was extremely talented, not only in business but also in forging. In the past, she would always be the one taking care of the crew's weapons.

Currently, though, she wasn't just creating any kind of weapons. But perhaps what would be the greatest masterpiece she ever created. This was even more so because of the materials she was using as the base.

Her eyes seemed to glow with madness as she continued to swing her hammer with all her might. Even though her muscles were aching. Even though her bones were cracking. No matter what, she would complete them.

After all, it was the last thing her late friend asked while giving her the most important things for any creatures of rank S.

Her horns and her core.

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[GORFARD'S ESTATE]

In the Gorfard mansion, seated on a throne, a handsome middle-aged man was looking absentmindedly at the red liquid swirling in his glass of wine.

He was the Duke Loki Gorfard.

Next to him, the head butler who generally took care of Leonard was standing impassively. His gaze, uncertain.

”So, how is my incapable son?”

After a while, he seemed to wake and posed this question. The butler hesitated a little before bowing.

”He is currently enjoying the wolf slave.”

A sneer formed on Loki's face. ”So, the Gorfard family is facing one of its greatest crises and that stupid son of mine is busy fucking some mutt. Is it what you are saying.”

The butler simply kept his head low. He knew that his master was already disappointed in his son since long ago. The current situation didn't make his impression better.

The dark gaze of the Duke landed on the silent butler for a while before passing. He knew that it wasn't the fault of this servant of his. His son was just too licentious.

If at least he was as skilled as he was lustful, he wouldn't have minded. Sadly, it wasn't the case.

He couldn't help but think about the son of that infuriating dead bastard. Compared to the son of that man, his own was just garbage.

”Mars, even in death you still manage to surpass me.”

Gulping his wine without even tasting it, he simply threw the glass away and watched as it broke once it landed in anger.

All his life, he had been in the shadow of that man. Be it in terms of birth, look, talent, skills, attraction toward women, charisma.

He still remembered the shy weak boy he had once met and disdained. That boy became a man he could only look up to.

Even now, more than one decade after Mars's death, he knew that the current him would still lose if he fought against the past Mars.

For someone as proud as him, this humiliation was something he simply couldn't bear. Worse was that, after the father, they were now asking him to bow to the son?

A feeling a cold rage washed over him as he swore inwardly,