CHAPTER TWO: EXPLANATIONS
Note: This Chapter focuses on Richard's past, and it's completely from speculation so don't flame me if I get something wrong. This is also, in my POV, to prove that Richard does not have gay love for Mueller. --; I would DIE if he did. (OMG I'm such a Richard fan girl OO)
The country of Zelant was never peaceful. It was a country burdened with an endless war. Fighting was the only thing that people ever thought of. Sadly, in this brutal country was this young boy. He has a womanly face, which most people found attractive in men.
Being young, he was capable of making beautiful memories of his parents, his home, and the place where he grew up. But a simple twist of fate never allowed this boy to be the normal kid he should be. Deprived of a peaceful life and childhood, this boy was destined never to grow up from his kiddy nature.
At the age of three, his parents were murdered by Nether Gate assassins. Being young, he never recognized those people as his parents, and thus, never knew what parents were.
Their house was left in the coldness. The chills of winter were starting to sink in from the window the assassins broke as they were trying to penetrate the house. The first memory this boy had was the feeling of loneliness and coldness in a place he was still unfamiliar with.
Then the feeling of coldness changed as a man approached him.
"What's your name?" the man asked.
"What's a 'name'?'" the boy asked.
The man gently caressed the boy's beautiful hair and embraced him.
"You seem to be a sweet boy. I will give you a name. From now on, you will be called Richard."
This man saved him from a certain death from loneliness. From this day onward, he vowed that he would dedicate his life serving this man, because this man made him feel warmth that will never fade away.
"The Sacred Games?"
"Yeah. You've been chosen to represent the Lindwurm Mercenary Brigade for this prestigious event."
"Really? Oh, thanks Mueller, it's such an honor!"
Richard hugged Mueller. Mueller brushed him away and said, "If you want to grow up, don't ever do that again."
"If growing up means I can't hold you anymore, then I don't want to grow up!"
"You're a hopeless moron, you know that?"
"I know."
Richard never seemed to cease smiling, as long as he's alongside Mueller. He looked up to him as a master, a friend, and his refuge to every cruelty this world has ever slashed upon him. Richard cared only for Mueller, nothing else. The only memories he has are of Mueller, nothing else. The only thing in this world that ever meant something to him was Mueller, nothing else.
"Listen, you idiot…" Mueller said. "Once you enter the Sacred Games remember that you are representing the Lindwurm Mercenary Brigade, so don't make a fool out of yourself, even though you already are a fool."
"Come on, Mueller…" Richard said. "The fact that you chose me to represent the Mercenary Brigade means that you don't think I'm a fool."
"I do think of you as a fool," Mueller said. "You're just the most suitable person for the job because you're the youngest. We figured that the Her Royal Highness would like someone near her age for a husband."
"What does Her Royal Highness got to do with it?" Richard asked.
"Everything," Mueller replied. "Whoever wins the Sacred Games become Her Highness' husband, and the Commander of the Queen's Knights."
"Really? That's cool!" Richard exclaimed. "But I don't think the marriage thing is really something I like."
"Well, she's the best choice for a wife," Mueller said. "You are a weak toad when it comes to courting women. This time, you wouldn't have to court her; you just have to fight for her."
"I still don't like it," Richard said. "But since you really want me to go, I'll do it."