The Saga Of Luca The Conquerorant
CHPTR: VI MY CHOICE
“The starving parasites, will become a tumor in the royal system. People who are dissatisfied with the nobles, will stop believing in the kingdom. And a society that hates the nobles, will show its hatred. Scholars in the era of old kings, overthrown by the people. Led by the people. Before finally their country was conquered by a combination of old kings in all corners of the country. Right now, we are seeing the resurrection of the people for the second time.”
I stared out the window into the backyard. There Lucy was jumping around with Boro our beloved dog. I smiled seeing him.
After silencing Anspald, my tutor for quite a while, I turned to face him sitting on the sofa in this study room. I looked at him, then asked, “They won't win.”
Anspald nodded, “Of course. They had no army or were able to compete with the royal army. They do not master the science of war. They have no weapons or ammunition capable of fighting against the kingdom.”
Anspald sharpened his pair of eyes then continued, “But what if there was someone who was powerful enough to lead such ordinary people? Train them, guide them to attack strategic locations and control the supply of weapons belonging to the kingdom. When such a person appears in the community, I must make sure, so that Young Master is worried about this matter.”
I smiled and took my place in front of Anspald. “I've thought about it.This is going to be something big. Those who were previously above, must go down. But it's not a bad thing. In the era of chaos, new heroes will appear that will fill the history books of our kingdom. That would be very interesting, Anspald.”
“I know Anspald well, you're too much, I can't be that silly. Besides, you're too skeptical of this. If indeed the people will rebel, then it is my duty as a noble to uphold justice.”
“And what kind of justice will you give?”
I smiled knot, “Punishment for the disobedient and a gift for the helpful.”
Anspald looked at me fixedly and then heaved a heavy sigh. He put his tea cup back and said, “You're a dutiful boy. Great equestrian knights and capable sword skills. You endowed the beautiful face of Countess Gyda, your mother, your father Count Monte degrading his analytical talent. You grew up to be a perfect nobleman with passionate ambition. The only thing that can stop you from being someone great is yourself, Luca. Don't listen to your heart. You're a smart, learned man, use your brain. Killing rebellious people will not solve the problem. If you kill all the rebels, who will plant them in the fields? Who will be the army in the future? You should think about it all without being affected by your heart.”
“Anspald.” I said with a tone up an octave. “Don't humiliate me like that. You may be my teacher, but you have no right to demean me like that. You're not an Anspald noble, you won't understand what noble pride means. We are superior because our ancestors fought to defend this land. We, the Bonnemaux family, have served the king for 500 years and we vow to continue serving. I will not allow the rebellion of ordinary people to overthrow the kingdom. Even if it meant having to slaughter hundreds of thousands of them. This kingdom, will not fall until I die.”
