After returning home, Aaron first took out the documents the Princess Regent had given him and began reading.
He settled into his seat, lit the fire, and closed the windows. Sitting in his study, Aaron glanced at the pair of weapons hanging above the fireplace and the many, many mounted beast heads, remembering the days when his father had stood in this room, pointed at his nose, and called him useless.
Enough scolding, enough. Father, I really am working hard to fulfill your wish now.
Aaron couldn't help laughing.
Considering how hard I'm working, Father, there's no need to thank me too much. Just don't mind me using your wish.
After all, "Father's wish" was simply too useful. Once he started using it, he couldn't stop.
Thinking it over, both his father and mother seemed to have fallen in battle outside Tifantom in the kingdom's north. According to their fellow knights, Drow might have killed them, but there was no solid evidence. The battlefield had been utter chaos, and no one could say for certain what had happened.
Yet he had already become intimate with a white-skinned Drow big sister.
Do you see this, Father, Mother? I'm avenging you.
Just you wait, Nastya. Once I'm strong enough, I'll make you thoroughly mine!
Aaron had secretly... or rather, almost openly, placed a Slaanesh mark on Nastya. He could now vaguely sense her general direction. The dark elf woman was very far away, and her location kept changing.
The other target he had secretly marked with Slaanesh's mark remained steadily in the direction of the Royal Palace.
He would stop thinking about that for now. Sooner or later, he would brand them both with Chaos Marks.
Aaron untied the thread around the document envelope and began reading the information about the Countess