Chapter 61 - Alistein Rahnggabat

[This is an unedited chapter. Read it at your own risk. Please do not be critical of how it was written and focus on the story only.]

[This is an unedited chapter. Read it at your own risk. Please do not be critical of how it was written and focus on the story only.]

[This is an unedited chapter. Read it at your own risk. Please do not be critical of how it was written and focus on the story only.]

Sensing the big responsibility his father has as the Faction Emperor at a young age, Alistein Rahnggabat wanted to help his father achieve his plans that were too difficult to accomplish in his limited terms.

A young green-haired child with eyeglasses that hadn't even finished his adolescence entered the most glorious place in the palace.

"Father, I heard I was being summoned." The child knelt and lowered his head.

At this moment, Emperor Azaron was staring emptily at the infrastructures beneath the palace while standing on the balcony, pondering something.

"Your mother wished to put you out of this mess, yet you enlisted yourself as a dragon-slayer behind our backs? How can I face your mother if something happened to you?"

Although Azaron didn't force it into his son, little did he know that the pressure from all people to the Emperor after Batarak's sudden leaving in their household was more than enough to convince Alistein to enroll in the Dragon-slaying Academy and help his father.

"Forgive me, Father. I had caused you problems with mother. But your worries are unnecessary. Wouldn't your son's talents will only go to waste if I don't enlist myself in the Academy? Besides, my enlistment breaks the ice. People now will start to look forward in the future with hope despite Batarak's temporary leaving."

Azaron's lips curled up at his son's thought. "You are truly my son. I can see you know what you're doing by your statement. But you will still receive punishment. At your current age, you shouldn't do something at the drop of a hat."

Azaron was initially delighted to see his son make the decision by himself and even made a faction-wide festival for it despite the punishment, a festival that they commemorated again after Alistein's passing for his sacrifices and honor.

Once in the academy, the twin terror Winter and Blake of the Ember Tribe easily understood the academy's doctrines and Azaron's vision for the entire faction the moment they came back just in time to enlist themselves in the academy after coming from a long journey with their master's conquest to create Dragon Slaying Fist.

They effortlessly took the spotlights without even trying with their immense understanding, knowledge, early maturity, and combat skills.

Being the Emperor's only son, Alistein became envious of the attention Winter and Blake got not only from the academy but also from the Council, the very same attention he was previously getting as the son of the Faction Emperor.

"I can't believe those two children. Are they really a child? They are dominating their peers in all aspects."

"I thought the Emperor's son was already inspiring. His enlistment gave hope and gained the trust of the people in our current plight. But those two were bred differently."

"Have you heard the rumors? One of them is Batarak's son and the other one is the grandson of the Ember Tribe's previous Warchief. They said those two even joined Batarak in his early journey before they came back."

"Is that true? What kind of parenting and training Batarak did to those two?"

At this moment, Alistein was outside the room where the academy's professors were gossiping to return a book he borrowed.

He dropped it in front of the door and left soundlessly.

However, Alistein managed to remove it from his system. He managed to be happy with the achievements the two were getting and decided to be the third fiddle.

"I am forever grateful for all the things you guys taught to me." Alistein pressed the palm of his hand to his fist in the center of his chest and bowed in front of Winter and Blake.

"Stop being formal. You're not a nobody to me and Winter. You created hope in the people's eyes and filled the shoes my father left in a different method. Your symbol will not be easily overshadowed by individual performances. That is why helping you is not really felt like a job for me."

Blake casually waved off his hand.

"Still... I am grateful to have you and Winter, despite him still not talking that much with me. It's been years... and we haven't heard anything about your father. How long we should wait before he comes back? And do you think the martial art he's formulating will going to be worth it?" Alistein asked.

"All I know is my father trusted the great Emperor that much to give up the position. Whether he's dead or alive in the jungle out there, we have the Emperor we can depend on," Blake answered with a firm face.

"Batarak is looking for martial art grandmasters around the world to help him formulate a perfect dragon-slaying martial art. If it's a person he's facing, he will definitely survive. He developed anti Art of the Killing Throw tactics to beat the grandmaster of the said martial art before he left the faction. He will be fine," Winter spoke.

"Winter is right. And by the time my father comes back, his three disciples will be the first people who will try the potency of the martial art he formulated. He's on his way back," Blake added.

"How can you be so certain?" Alistein queried.

Blake and Winter exchanged glances and chuckled.

"Because my little sister's patience is running pretty low and my father knew that. He can't afford to make his favorite disciple wait any longer."

"That's reassuring. It sounds to me that your little sister was spoiled by your father growing up," Alistein commented.

"She's certainly a weird girl.. You'll know once you met her."