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Chapter 29
Ambrose and Lord Edgar were walking together in the large mansion, but in pure silence. They reached Lord Edgar's library as Lord Edgar opened the door and stepped inside, Ambrose merely followed him inside. Once the door clicked Lord Edgar looked at the window.
"Did you plant bombs near my mansion walls?"
Ambrose didn't think he'd be fooled so he was not surprised or caught. Lord Edgar sounded intimedating but Ambrose was not scared as he had been trained since he was a little boy.
"Yes I did."
Lord Edgar turned and as he asked in a deep dark tone.
"Are you planning on blowing up the walls of the city, Son?"
Ambrose never faltered, he knew exactly what his father always did and so he was now accustomed and was not afraid when his father question him with such a tone. He could see the heavy weight he carried when he let out a word.
"Yes."
"I see, are you planning to blow up my mansion?"
Ambrose replied in a calm tone as if they were suddenly talking about the weather.
"Well, a few minor scratches here and there."
The silence was dead heavy as they glared at each other, if DG was in this room she would have sounded the red alert but Ambrose see no need to raise the alarm, since he was convinced this was only a 'discussion'.
"I was getting tired of those dumb grey walls you built, they were downright ugly, but I do want my frontier fixed up. Also, when you scratch my walls, I want to have lavender colour for those walls."
Ambrose couldn't help it, his old man never failed to be so charming. If anyone heard this conversation they were sure these two were just talking about a house refurbishment. If anyone who knew them and had overheard this conversation they would say... 'so this is where he inherited his brilliance from!'
"Phew, I always hoped those walls would annoy you. I mean I painted it grey, and made 15 faults in it."
"I hated 15, reminded me of you when you ran away. Also, I hated that number in general, ugly horrible number, Listen carefully."
Ambrose immediately joined his father on the side of the window as the man whispered.
"That smart little princess, tell her there is a room on that map she should know isn't a walk in wardrobe, but a small walkway down towards the chamber room."
Ambrose's fist clutched tightly and even his face grew pale as his expression on his face was fury and hatred. Lord Edgar could really see what this woman can do to two of his own children but he saw her recently, and there was no time. Mark should have learnt by now what his own feelings truly were, but he has been stubborn and she was growing weaker.
"Do me a favor... don't bear this grudge any longer."
"I can't. Not until every scar she will bear is inflicted onto his own skin."
"Son, you better listen to me. That makes you no better than him."
Ambrose let out a low growl in reply, he highly doubt he'd even remain human when he sees Azkadellia adorned with any ugly cuts or bruises.
"...I will see what she wishes."
"I see you pledged your soul to her already?"
Ambrose turned to see the look on his fathers face before he said in a low tone, his anger faded because of the look on his father's face.
"She is everything to me..."
"I know, because you actually stepped into Gureia. For that I am grateful to her, but she reminded me of you in the past, and I assume it is all fixed?"
"She cured me before she sank into that depth."
"She is helping Mark as we speak, but she is only able to carry on for so long. What you all are going through reminds me of myself and your mother. I was just the same..."
Ambrose appreciated what his father was saying, and it has been a long time he had really seen his father and he really appreciated it more than he appreciated anything his father had ever done for him.
"Noon... and thank you... for everything. One last question."
Ambrose strode towards the door as he asked in a very formal tone.
"I might be a bit colour blind, will it be ok if the scratches were painted baby pink?"
Lord Edgar broke into a smile as he said in a firm tone,
"You stupid man, go get your eyes checked before you decide to repaint my damages."
"Gladly."
Ambrose left leaving a father to remember the old times they spent together as father and son and perhaps relishing the talk he had with his son that he had not seen for almost 15 years. Well, like he said... he hated 15.
- To be continued -
Ok, so Lord Edgar is damned nice, well... I couldn't help it. It made sense to me...
