Killer King Against Fate!
Chp 16, Wants daddy's affection

Night

The noble mansion of Villea

Dining table

"So what now can you introduce me to?" Asking Fergar after finishing his dinner also ensured Olav and Hestia had finished.

"Hestine." Olav replied briefly.

"Olav, can you take me more seriously when I ask you a question?" Fergar said as if pleading.

"He's Hestia." Olav replied adding the word he had in front of her.

"Rul." Fergar thought out with this one son of his.

"Well how else father, Hestia has no last name and her name is only Hestia." Olav explained.

"Well at least tell your relationship father, how you met or from Hestia." Fergar said it was wrong to ask but he did not think his son would not understand his question.

"Why question such father when facing a child who wants to introduce his future wife?" Olav asked back.

"Olav please answer me first." Fergar's words are dizzy.

"He's Hestia, we met in the northern forest well I think father has heard the news." Olav said a little.

"Daddy did hear you saved some victims from the goblin's nest but why bring them home and why just him, is there a special reason?" Asked Fergar frankly because he was lazy to repeat it if Olav did not understand.

"Because he's an ordinary citizen who can magic." Olav said giving an answer that his father might be able to accept.

"No no, ordinary citizens who can magic it is not a step, there are many in the guild and again you have said it to dad until I feel insulted, 'magic only for the weak' you said that first." Said Fergar pointing at Olav's face as he reminded him.

"Oh I said that well." Olav recalled the last thing he remembered.

"Ah already, I won't interfere in your affairs anymore, as long as you don't make trouble for me then it's up to you." Fergar entrusted all decisions to Olav because he also saw the development of Olav during this one year.

"Thank you father, Olav won't let you down." Olav.

"So.. Hestia right?" Fergar confirmed the name Hestia.

"Yes, lord duke." Answer Hestia.

"Olav is very stubborn but he is a good boy so please take care of him." Fergar said as if giving up his son to someone else.

"Good lord duke." Hestia replied before smiling arrogantly towards Olav.

'Shit! Hestia already has a connection with dad now I can't just control her anymore." Inner Olav.

"Tomorrow I'll be busy again so Olav is there anything you want from me?" Ask Fergar.

"Nothing." Answer Olav.

"Didn't you need the money? The last time I gave you money was five hundred gold coins last year." Said Fergar as if he wanted his son to be spoiled with his.

"No need father, last year's money is still a lot left." Olav said despite the fact that only a hundred gold coins were left because Olav spent a lot of gold coins buying iron ingots to learn to forge or make weapons.

"Surely I want you to say this even though it's just a lie 'I want your affection' so." Said Fergar demonstrating Olav's expression as if Olav had said so.

"Get-_-." That was Olav's response.

"Well if there is no father wants to go to the room first to rest:(." Said Fergar walking lethargicly towards his room.

"You're the one who seems to have a hard time respecting other people, and then why do you respect your father?" Ask Hestia.

"Because he gave me pocket money." Said Olav standing up leaving the seat but his real alsan was not that.

"Don't you just respect people who deserve respect?" Asking Hestia followed Olav with a slogan often used by Olav.

"Fergar Von Villea is one of them." Olav.

"One of the yah? I didn't know you had someone else you valued." Hestia said as if mocking.

"Gilbert." Erica answered suddenly.

"Who?" Ask Hestia.

"Maybe I should get back there right away." Olav said he wanted to visit.

"Our young master hasn't one day left the shop Mr. Gilbert now the young master wants to visit again." Erica.

"Maybe it's my habit to go there every day, ah forget I want to practice so don't bother me." Said Olav coming into his room and closing the door.

Krieet!

"Please take Hestia to the next room." Olav said, opening the door before closing it.

"Tenru is just fine." Erica said while hoping tonight her little easy master can let go of her virginity.

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Olav's Room

[Status

18:57

Name: Olav Von Villea

Race : Human

Mp :0/0

Title (Reincarnation) (Prince Noble).

Class (Noble) (Blacksmith) (Ranger).]

[Skills

- Respiratory techniques.

Regen Skill, Buff: Level one, regenerates wounds and accumulates stamina.

Buff Skill: Level two, gathers energy to form body strength.

Skill Damage: Tier three, releases the body's energy and channels it to a punch or something to aggravate the damage to the target.

Buff Skill: Night vision

- Ironmaster.

Buff Skill: Enhance, Gives 50% increase on weapons made.

Buff Skill: Blacksmith Hand, Can change any material form.]

"Although I haven't managed to maximize the second level breathing technique yet but I've already managed to open the third level." Olav said back to using second-level pernapsan techniques to strengthen his body again.

Olav's body has indeed become stronger than children his age because it has been doing the second type of breathing technique since a few months ago but still it is not maximal because Olav's body is still developing the energy capacity required continues to grow.

Olav meditates every night three hours to five hours before going to bed, a technique taught by a killer who used to invite him into the world of murder.

...

Morning

"Where are our young ladies going today?" Erica asks because during her one-year holiday with Olav only when Olav gets a broken rib so Erica only knows that no day will be wasted by Olav including the day these.

"I'm a little curious about the guild here." Said Olav walking out of the mansion.

"Then today the city will go to the young master's guild." Erica.

"Hestia you're Hunter, right? Must have been to the guild, what was the guild like?" Asked Olav while walking.

"The gathering place is people who have no work." Hestia's suggestion of the guild was more severe than Olav had expected.

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(TL note: forgot to write because it is too exciting to continue the story, the language in this world somehow Olav directly understand, because it is too exciting to continue the story, he used books in the mansion to study letters and sometimes asked Gilbert.)