Third Person PoV
Oscar was enjoying his breakfast when his father came into the dining hall and slapped his son across the face.
“How long will you keep the fact that you’re in contact with the demon faction from me?” Oscar sighed as he looked at the food he was about to eat on the floor.
“Father, do you know it’s bad to throw away food like that? You’re old enough to know what is right and what is wrong. I keep it from you because I know you would act recklessly. I don’t want my plan to be ruined by the likes of you and mother.” Count Gentry was about to hit his son again when Oscar glared at his father.
“You dare act like an insolent brat to me?! I am your father!” Oscar waved her hand as he asked for another plate from one of the attending servants.
“And I am old enough to mak
