My Sword has to Talk!

CH. 32- BLITZ II

Rommel took me away from my mother. Gazing at the window of his car, I saw my mother stare coldly at me. Like I was a stranger to her. Pain, confusion, and burning anger fumed inside me. I cried as I slam the car window. I was crying, calling my mother out loud.

But as the car move, the figure of my mother slowly fades away. Rommel ignored my begs to stop the car as he continued to drive. Like I was an invisible nobody to him.

Thirty minutes pass, my tears were all dried up. I still gaze at the window, naively waiting for mother to pick me up. But Rommel brought me to somewhere different. Away from the rotten streets and alleyways, where homeless people stay.

Rommel brought me to a castle. A mansion to be more realistic. When I first gazed at this house, I forgot about mother. But I pinched myself out of it. Rommel opened the door of the car.

I instantly dashed to escape, but Rommel was fast that he caught me using his right hand with ease. He then carried me inside the enormous house. Rommel pushes the doorbell and waited for an answer.

The doors opened, and Rommel entered. There I saw the person who opened the door. It was a girl wearing a black dress with a white half apron with truffles and an above-the-knee skirt. These long black stockings hug her legs, which was a very perverse dress. Even homeless girls I met wore more clothing than her.

Rommel turned his attention to the girl and spoke, “is the master.”

“Master Helsing is waiting for you in that room.” the maid replied without Rommel finishing his sentence.

After receiving the reply, Rommel continued his waltz carrying me. He brought me to one of the mansion's rooms. When Rommel opened that room's door, for the first time, I saw the face of my father and half-sister.

Rommel put me down and lowered his head before speaking to the man. “Master, I have brought you the boy. I paid Hina an amount of near a half-million check and fifty grand cold hard cash."

The man then said unto Rommel, “So he sold her son. Just as I thought, money still controls that w***e. She truly had never changed.”

A man who I don't know has foul-mouthed my mother. It made me furious, so I didn't hold back when I yelled, “Who do you think you are, you turd!”

But instead of the man replying, his daughter was the one who retaliated. “Shut your dirty little shitty mouth when talking to father!”

“Who wouldn't - gyaaah!” The girl, within a blink of an eye, has closed her distance from me; I only noticed it when after she punches me in the gut.

The food I ate wanted to come out from my mouth after the girl punched me. My legs jerked, forcing me to drop on the floor as I hugged my stomach. But as I let my guard down the second time, the girl followed her previous attack with another one. She launches a kick straight into my face without any remorse.

My entire body drops to the floor after receiving the final attack. I tried to stand back, but my body became numb as it refuses to follow me. Then the girl's shoes came surging like a bullet train in straight to my face. My eyes close involuntarily due to fear that filled up inside me. I have never seen a little girl who has heavy punches that could almost kill me.

But after as the girl's feet was just a few inches. A loud, angry scream erupted, “THAT'S ENOUGH!”

I opened my eyes and saw the girl stop her attack. She pulls her foot out of my face and walks away from me. Noticing that it was safe, I stood back right up. My entire body felt sensitive after being beaten up by a little girl.

But as I gaze back at the girl, I saw the man who calls my mother a w***e slap her. The slap echoed in the vast room, with only four people gathered.

“Don't you dare hurt your brother like that, Belize?” The man said with a stern look to the girl.

“Brother?” I asked myself.

The man walked towards me and said, “Blitz, correct.”

I ignored the man as he tries to speak to me. But ignoring him did not stop him from continuing his words of poisoning my mind.

“Blitz, your mother, has not said anything about me, being your father.”

I was perplexed and filled with disbelief after the man spoke, but I replied. “My father is long dead mother told me that.”

“So your greedy mother told you lies about your father, and so you believed it even though your father is right here in your front."

“There's no way an asshole like you is my father,” I replied to the man.

But after I said those words, the man grabbed me by the head. He then turns his gaze at Rommel and ordered, “Bring me a mirror.”

“I'll bring one, master. Please wait for a moment.” Rommel replied to the man and left. But he instantly returned carrying a mirror.

He gave it to the man who held me in the head. The man then forced me to look in the mirror, which he placed next to his face.

My face turned pale upon looking at the mirror. The man then spoke, “look at it, Blitz. You can see that you are the same as me: that golden blonde hair and blue eyes tell it all.”

Remembering this was a nightmare. Refusing to accept the new reality is something I can still remember, that it was the start of the heavy burden.

After telling me everything, forcing me to accept this fate burden, he lost his grip on my head and gazed back at Rommel. Where he ordered again, “Bring him to his room and don't let him escape. Suppose he gets used to this place, immediately train him in the art of combat, Rommel.”

Rommel bows and replied, “As you wish, master.”

That was the start of me becoming a bird locked up in a golden cage. However, in the next few days, I will learn about the reality of why my rich father took me away from my mother.