Tag: Nedhen Star [Reincarnated Of Acestral Dimension]
Chap 19 - A Shameful Tragedy

Lug's eyes were locked on a board wheel that was spinning very fast. It was so fast it was like a fan propeller that was tuned the fastest. But Lug kept looking at him as if he could really see his turnaround. People were also fixated on him and were very much looking forward to the arrows he was about to throw, as if they were saying, come on! Hurry up a little, when are you going to release that arrow?

In his heart Lug continued to calm himself. Lug, relax. You can do it, it's just a trivial matter, her inner self. At this moment Lug was completely concentrating, he closed his eyes and exhaled a breath from his mouth. Then opened his eyes staring intently at the spinning wheel before him fifteen feet away.

Unlike the previous archery that the target was just swung around, although it was swung quickly but not as fast as the wheel rotation that was now in front of Lug's eyes.

WHUUUSH

The arrow shot out from his bow. Everyone was excited to see it, their eyes following where the arrow shot, as if their eyes had been locked on the arrow. And ...

TUKS

The dart that Lug pressed stuck to the wheel that rotated in front of him. Someone dressed in tatters stopped the wheel's spin the same guy who pulled out Lug's arrow before. And when the spinning wheel was stopped, everyone was astonished to see Lug's arrow stuck in a very thin red section. It was so astonishing, everyone could hardly believe it was done by a little boy who was only five years old.

But how else? It happened and can't be changed anymore. The mustachioed man wearing a black suit who was guarding the marching barrage of people clapped his appreciation to Lug, followed by the man in tattered clothes who stopped the rotation of the board wheel. Others in line and watching were reluctant to applaud.

"Excellent," praised the moustached man as he walked towards Lug.

"How did you do it? Seeing you concentrate, I didn't even breathe at that moment. So stiffen."

Lug scratched his non-itchy head while grinning. "I really don't know what to say" he said.

The mustachioed man shook Lug's hand, then introduced himself, "My name is Brock Heckselburn, you can call me Mr. Brock."

Haha, this man is showing his maturity to a little boy like me, Lug muttered inwardly. "My name is Lug, Lug Vincent, from the village of Nedhen" he replied. Everyone started to fuss themselves, they seemed to know who Lug was. Maybe they know that Lug is a child who once defeated the eldest son of the Laurent family.

"Ah, Nedhen village?" sahut Brock's.

Lug tilted his head, "have you been there?" tanyanya.

"Yes, that was a long time ago. Many years ago."

This guy talks too long. I said, YES, I USED to and that was enough to answer my question, thought Lug who was a bit upset. But he said it was funny. Then Lug returned to the prize, Brock also already knew that the little boy must have immediately targeted the prize.

"Where among these three would you choose?" Brock brought Lug closer to the table on which there was a board inscribed with special items. "Are you going to get three stars and two stars?" Brock made an offer. But Lug was already fixed on the thing that had attracted him.

"That gold coin" said Lug, pointing to a dirty gold coin. "I want it.'

Brock was a little confused, he had thought that the little boy would choose the large sword he was displaying. Children would definitely prefer to choose striking objects like swords to show off. But in contrast to Lug, he chose an ugly object that most people did not even notice. "You sure you picked that gold coin? Have you established your heart?"

Stabilize the heart what? I really want that coin. Why do most of the questions? Thought Lug astonished. "Yes, I'm sure."

Brock took the gold coin lying on the table without much thought. But actually he was also astonished himself, according to him it was quite strange. He thought that Lug seemed to know about what was inside the gold coin he was displaying. Brock gives the coin to Lug.

"Thank you" said Lug after receiving the gold coins. And that still amazes many.

"Hey, kid, what's so special about that coin?" said someone in line, that person was very far behind. Lug shook his head, then shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing" replied Lug. "I just like it." Actually Lug will answer later you know for yourself, but he will make many people suspicious of what is in the coin. And it just so happened that the person who held this archery event, Brock Heckselburn, also knew very well about the dirty gold coins. And he just looked at Lug without any comment. And the answer given by Lug made many people realize that a small child is still a child, whatever makes him interested is what he chose.

"Maybe you picked a good gift" Brock said. "You should know, right?"

Lug just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. Then run away from there. "Come away!" While running, Lug approached the little boy who had previously blasphemed him. Then stick out his tongue and leave by leaving a feeling of annoyance at the child.

The black-haired boy frowned–putting a very irritated face, as if he said I would throw you dog poop someday.

The passing of Lug made many people become eager to win his archery. And many more people are flocking to line up. It was just that when they saw the board wheel being turned, their spirit seemed to fly somewhere. They immediately remembered that a village boy did not shoot a board wheel that was not rotated. The rotation is very fast, to make their spirit circling and thrown into a place far away nan alien, so they look lethargic.

Lug immediately returned to his father. He realized that he had left his father for almost an hour. Time is spent just waiting in line. "Huh," Lug sighed. "I shouldn't have gone that long." But Lug isn't that sorry. He has got what he wants.

When Lug got close to the military academy, he didn't see his father. Even by using his Heaven's Vision and World's Vision.

Lug goes to find Vans, his father. He circled around the military academy. But Lug didn't find it. He looked elsewhere, down every concrete road in every narrow alley. And finally Lug sensed the whereabouts of his father. He went to a restaurant with a pink plaster on the front of which was filled with a wide window glass, in front of which was decorated with a lot of green plants grown in pots. Beside him was an entrance above which was a wooden board hung. There is a sparkling gold inscription that says Angelova Restaurant with very beautiful carvings, although it looks complicated.

Lug could see what was inside, and he saw so many round tables and so many wooden chairs. There are many visitors who come, wear elegant clothes and improve their social status. And Lug also saw her father being treated to a dark purple drink. "Dad never drank a drink like that" murmured Lug.

At that moment, Lug immediately entered with a feeling of anger. But he endured it by revealing his sweet smile.

Vans. His eyes were red, but he never drank alcohol. This man was being humiliated. A man from the village in ragged old-fashioned clothes, accompanied by brown boots like those usually used by farmers, is now drunk and doing something inappropriate. Vans even tore his clothes off, all his black buttons coming off and splattered on the floor.

Lug knew, now was not the time to embarrass himself. But, how would you feel if your parents were humiliated to such an extent? Very frustrating, it was like wanting to step on the head of the person until it was united with the ground.

"Oh," said Lug. "Dad, why are you here? Let's go home." He put on the faces of his children, as if to show that he had been used to seeing his father that way.

Avan pursed his lips, as if he knew what Lug was feeling. "Hey, boy, your father is drunk. Why did you take her home? Later the train hit a tree, then fell and you cried, huhu," the man replied.

It was just that Lug put on a surprised face, instantly turning her expression into a frown of anger. "I don't care!" snapped Lug. "Who are you really? I don't care at all about your babble." The sentence slightly disturbed Avan. Lug doesn't care at all about it, and it's much happier when Avan is lured deeper.

Is Vans used to getting drunk like this? That boy-he's like he doesn't care, inner Avan. Then he stood up and shifted the wooden chair he was sitting on. Walking towards Lug seemed to show charisma that had not been shown to others at all.

"Oh," Lug walked over anyway. "What are you going to do?" tanyanya while staring at Avan cynically.

The man Lug was staring at was just smiling, as if it was a common thing to be stared at like that by a small child. Avan kept walking over to him without thinking about anything else. "Aren't you the one who beat Luis?" ask with confidence. Avan had also seen Lug, but not directly. So when illustrated by David Lorenzo, a lancer from the Laurent family, he immediately knew who the shiny black mushroom-haired little boy was. But now Lug had her hair a little messed up by the wind as she ran in search of Vans.

Lug and Avan stared at each other sinisterly, as if lightning was sticking out of their eyes and snatching at each other.

"Sorry, I just want to take my dad away, that's all." Lug passes Avan for granted, instead of fighting arguments, taking Vans away is much better than making trouble.

Avan did not stop him at all, for he himself had given him an ordinary drink sprinkled with powder that could make people drunk. And the effect is not only a few hours, but up to days. Lug had expected it, it was all aimed at getting him cornered and begging to get the cure. And when Lug approached her father, she used the Serenity Air magic. And took out a gold coin he got from the previous archery event.

"I never thought I'd use it this fast" Lug murmured. The Serenity Air Magic created under his feet seemed to create a warm dew that made the atmosphere so comfortable. It had never happened before when Lug used the Serenity Air magic.

Everyone looked at him in amazement, but they did not say a word at all. No one commented.

And at the same time, Vans breathed in the air very subtly. Suddenly he woke up from his drunkenness. Vans immediately realized what he had done and remembered who had done this. Yes, it was Avan, he did not rob or steal the money that had been paid. But with another intention, Avan had humiliated Vans in front of others. And at once Vans became suspicious of his good friend.

Avan was surprised, eyes wide. How could? That-that's impossible! He did not believe that the effect of the medicine he had given was gone at this very moment. It hasn't even lasted for an hour, he murmured inwardly.

"There was someone who was about to humiliate me earlier," Lug replied with a full look at her father. "Until I approach you." Lug glanced at Avan, and Vans instantly understood.

"Avan," said Vans. "Why are you doing this? I thought you ... " Suddenly his words stopped. Vans glanced around, countless gazes fixed on him. He was eager to finish his sentence, but he knew that it would offend many people there.

Then Lug squeezed his father's hand. "Let's go home, '" he said. "There's no point in us lingering here."

They left that place feeling ashamed. But Lug still radiated his cheerfulness, even though he held back his anger a little. His return journey had not happened anything, only that they were the center of attention along the way. That was because the clothes worn by Vans were so chaotic and so very unfit to wear. The people who saw him were disgusted, in their hearts saying, Geez, who are these people? Absolutely disgusting! How could they be in this town? Some even berate directly or whisper to laugh at each other, Vans and Lug can hear their words and they both do not care.

Vans took his parked train in front of the military academy. And the soldiers who were previously flat-faced, now they showed a hint of displeased expression.

Vans and Lug leave the royal city. Vans found himself unable to speak to his son–a feeling of shame silenced him, as if he could no longer look him in the eyes of his son, Lug.

Lug said, "Dad, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, I think they're just looking at you weird, isn't that right?"

Vans felt it was true, he knew the feeling when he was stared at strangely by others was not something to be ashamed of. Well, at least if he doesn't repeat it a second time. But showing it in front of a child was a hard slap for him. Vans also knows his son is still a child, but he understands that one day Lug will grow up and may remember such a humiliating incident.

And again, Lug is still trying to calm her father. "Are you ashamed that I was there?" tanyakanya.

Vans did not answer, he just kept quiet because Lug already knew the answer. However, Vans knows that Lug is like having mature thoughts. Now he showed his gloomy face, occasionally closing his eyes and closing his lips.

"Dad, say something!" insist Lug.

Finally Vans opened his voice. "Listen, Lug!" abugn. "I don't think the friendship between two men will ever end even if they have different castes." Lug was enthusiastic to hear it. Vans still hasn't thrown away his gloomy face. "I shouldn't have trusted him too much when I knew that he was part of ... Laurent's family."

Yes, it is true. Avan is from the Laurent family, his mother is Avan Laurent. He had a slightly distant kinship with Luis. But the relationship between the two of them is not tenuous even though it is not a fellow nuclear family.

Therefore, Lug had touched on the tax issue when standing in front of Avan. He already knows what he's doing. Therefore Avan just want to plunge it into a shameful tragedy. But Lug can get out of the trap, her father's consciousness returns and it becomes a turning point for her. It was just that Lug did not want to retaliate, it only brought him into a situation that was much less favorable to him.

With a warm smile, Lug said, "Here you go, forget it! The more you don't bring it up, the more I don't want to remember."

Vans returned his smile and turned to Lug. His face was radiant again, though it could not change what had happened. "You're right, Lug," he said.

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