Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 109 I am greater than the red fire!

Twilight City, a bustling neighborhood.

With this month's wages in his pocket, Damien returned home nervously.

In this neighborhood, his house is particularly eye-catching and is easy to find even in the dark.

After all, among the rows of villas with gorgeous exteriors and stained glass windows, the only house with mottled walls and broken windows that can only be covered with rags is too eye-catching!

Da da.

After knocking gently on the door, a delicate and pretty girl opened the door in a panic.

She has long silver hair, skin as white as milk, and delicate facial features like porcelain. She is like a pure angel who has come to the world, making people feel a strong desire to protect her.

"Brother, Daddy has gone crazy again!"

After pulling Damien into the house, Alisa said in panic.

"How much did he drink this time?"

Hearing this, Damien rubbed his brow and said with a painful expression.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Before Elisa could answer, a burst of hysterical laughter came from the living room, which was deafening.

After pushing Alisa into her room and closing the door, Damien carefully stepped into the living room.

As expected, this time he did not see broken pieces of wine bottles all over the floor. Instead, the entire living room was filled with an extremely tempting aroma of tea.

In the middle of the living room, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a flushed face was dancing back and forth excitedly.

He was about forty years old, but his face was as haggard as an old man, his hair was disheveled and greasy and stuck to his scalp, making him look extremely decadent.

This is Damien's biological father, Harris, who was once a baron.

"I'm a war hero! I cut off the Lion King's head! I'm greater than the Crimson Fire!"

Harris yelled frantically.

Damien: “???”

The usually calm poet could no longer hold his composure, or rather, the muscles on his face were twitching.

Although his father had done many strange things after drinking, today was particularly inhumane.

He was clearly just a deserter, yet he was so arrogant as to compare himself to the greatest knight in the history of the Southern Territory, the Red Flame.

"Alas." Damien sighed deeply, his thoughts drifting back to the past.

He also once had a happy family.

At that time, his father was still a heroic baron lord with fiefdoms, castles, a beautiful wife and a pair of lovely children.

That was the most carefree time of his life. He could learn singing from his mother every day and swordsmanship from his father. The noble ladies who came to visit him would pinch his face and marvel at his appearance. He even had a childhood sweetheart who was also a noble and was inseparable from him.

Until the Dragon-Lion War broke out.

The lords of the southern border fulfilled their duties, donning their armor and riding onto the battlefield.

This naturally includes his father.

Just as he and Elisa, led by their mother, were kneeling before the statue to pray for their father who was going to the war, one night his father suddenly returned to the castle.

Just as he and Alyssa were happily rushing over to hug their father, his mother saw the clue from the man's ashamed expression as he lowered his head and dared not look at her.

Afterwards, his mother, who had always been so gentle that she almost never spoke loudly, suddenly started yelling at his father like a shrew, and even kept cursing viciously why his father didn't die on the battlefield!

The young boy and Elisa could only watch the scene, trembling and hugging each other's shoulders. Later they learned that their father had deserted the Dragon-Lion War.

Not long after, the Dragon-Lion War finally ended with the life-and-death struggle of the strongest knight in the South, Red Flame, and even brought the gift of exemption of grain tax in the South.

But even so, it was difficult for the nobles to feel happy, because there were so many people who died in this war that funerals were being held in almost all the castles in the southern border, and the wailing drowned the sky.

Harris, the only lord who escaped during the war, also faced the reckoning of the nobles.

Well, we are fighting for our lives on the front line, and even our commander is gone, but you are going back to the castle early to hug your wife and children and have a good sleep!
Even Victor, the Night Shadow Lord who was known for his cowardice, had to personally go to the battlefield where arrows were flying, and after a battle he could still be found among the dead.

The wrath of the nobles descended like thunder, and finally Rosa Martha, the new Lord of the South, ruled that Harris was deprived of his castle and territory, and became a landless noble from then on.

Under the backlash of violating their honor, all the noble protections of their family were shattered. Even though they were still nobles in name, no one actually recognized them.

Fortunately, the Lord of the Southern Territory still left them a glimmer of hope and did not deprive them of their property, so they could still go to Twilight City to settle down with a sum of money that could barely be considered generous.

After using the money to buy a house in a prosperous neighborhood, they could have lived a relatively wealthy life.

But having suffered a major blow, the despised Harris began to drink to drown his sorrows and quickly developed a serious alcohol addiction, even beating his wife and children when drunk.

The mother thought about resisting, but how could a noble lady who had spent her whole life learning dance, etiquette and singing be a match for an extraordinary knight?

In the end, the scarred woman hugged Damien and Alisa tightly, promised with tears in her eyes that she would come back to pick them up, and then disappeared into the night.

Damien waited and waited, until he grew up to be a handsome young man and could use money to threaten his father to stop being violent, then he gave up this beautiful dream.

Mother, you will probably never come back.

"Hahahahahaha, I wish Your Majesty would accept my son as your godson!"

Another burst of hysterical laughter woke Damien from his memories.

Looking at Harris with a crazy look on his face, he walked over silently, raised his palm and slapped the other's scruffy bearded face with all his strength.

Snapped!
After a loud slap, Harris gradually regained consciousness from his madness.

"Did you hit me just now?" He looked at his son in front of him suspiciously.

"No, it's just a drunken hallucination."

Moving his red palms behind his back, Damien shook his head calmly.

Shaking his head, Harris no longer cared and looked at his son with shining eyes.

"My dear son, you should get your wages today. Can you give me some?" He said excitedly, rubbing his hands.

Seeing this, Damien sighed and took out the purse from the gap in his clothes.

This was the agreement between him and Harris. As long as he provided him with enough money to buy alcohol every month, he would not use violence against his family, nor scare Elisa, nor secretly contact people to sell him to a noble lady and marry Elisa off as a concubine.

"Remember to drink less. The market is bad right now, and the grain tax exemption will end in a few years. We must save more money to buy grain in advance."

Looking at Harris who was counting copper sols with excitement on his face, Damien gave a sad advice.

That was all the hard-earned money he earned by working hard while enduring the pain of harassment.

"Hey, alcohol, that's rubbish, I've quit it!" Harris said with a chuckle.

Before Damien could react, he handed over the steaming cup of tea on the table.

"Try it, this stuff is much better than wine. I will never drink again!"

Damien was stunned. He thought Harris used this tea to sober up, but now it seems that it has replaced the wine?

Looking at the crystal clear tea in the cup, Damien hesitated for a moment, but still took the cup and took a sip.

(End of this chapter)