Shameful... Too shameful.
That was my thought before a sudden dizziness crawl onto my back and up to my crown, as I immediately fell.
There was no dignity here.
It was a complete and utter disgrace as a King and a Knight.
Then again, I was neither a knight or a king and thus there was no dignity to begin with.
Even still, what an unelegant way to fall.
It was true that my body is still that of a Toddler, 2 month short till it became 3.
Of course I realise that something like this will happen.
But that was irrelevant, I decided to let someone taught me something, as a result a task was given to me.
Of course that task may have been kind of a joke, but I decided to take it seriously.
And eventually it leads to my disgrace... Hmm... No, actually I did run for 30 minutes.
So, it was really no failure was it? Minus the conclusion.
Like the previous dizziness, there was a warmth that cradled me, from my feet to chest, and from my chest to my head.
It was a sensation I had previously associated myself with.
And then it stop, it was then I could hear.
But the sound was a bit muffled, I suppose it was due to my exhaustion.
But deciding it was too unbecoming for me to lay still even after I was conscious, I cracked open my eyelids and immediately stood up.
Without paying any attention to my surrounding, I first groomed myself.
Was there dirt that clung to my body?
I search myself, but come to the conclusion that Paul probably had caught me before I hit the ground.
"Good job." I whispered as I finally realised the argument, or the one sided shouting carried out by Zenith has ceased.
When I look at the couple, the both of them has shift their full attention to me.
Paul had a guilty, almost remorseful expression painted all across his face, while in contrast Zenith has an anguish, bewildered expression.
"Oh, good morning mother, I see you have woken up." I muttered.
"Uh um, Rudy." With the same sorrow filled face she crouch down and attempted to touch me.
Normally I would not have flout, but while I have no odour, perhaps due to the age of this body or otherwise genetics mutation, I was still too sweaty, and it would caused me great discomfort to be in contact with a lady like this.
So, I jolted back, in a relax way, and that surely baffles her as she gazes at me with a nuanced expression.
"I am sweaty."
Hearing what I have to say, she relax her rigid and stiff body, and move closer to me again.
Lady, are you deaf?!
Again, I took a slow backsteps.
"I am your mother rudy, I cleaned up your ass and pees, I can deal with a little sweat."
"Pfff.... Cough Cough Cough Cough."
Women! You shall never again spoken about that.
"Master." I gave the women a disgruntled look once and ignore her. "Shall we continue our lesson?"
But it was not Paul with a befuddled expression who shouted, "Rudy!"
I shifted my gaze calmly.
Zenith had a tear filled, disqueted expression. The speed at which water collected onto her eyes amazes me.
In any case I waited for her to speak, but she did not.
"Mother?" I probed, "Why did you shout my name?"
My name is not something people should just spoke of, you understand?
Hearing my questions, Zenith gritted her teeth and look at me with an expression that appears as of she'd just lost a love one.
But she did not say anything still.
While I was repulsed by the idea of touching her with my sweat filled palm, I suppose this was the one instance where I could make an exception.
I tentatively steps closer to her, lightly smacking her thrice onto her arm, and spoke in a caring tone, though regrettably I was bad at it.
"Mother, I understand it must be difficult to watch." She listens to me closely.
"So I suggest you not to look at us, if at all you could. A father and a mother have different roles, so just let father turns me into a man, do you not remember the saying, 'What doesn't kill you make you stronger'."
Anyone could see it was incredibly difficult for her to speak, so I suggested, "Breath in slowly with your Nose, and out through your mouth..."
And waited till she follows my advice, which she immediately did not.
But maybe because the silence pressures her to do it, as I repeat myself, "Breath in slowly from your Nose, and out through your mouth." She finally conceeded.
Closing her eyes, for twice or more, she heaved a long heavy sigh, until, finally she spoke.
"You and your father are too reckless." She finally managed to deadpanned, giving a sidelong glance at Paul. There was some hostility mixed in there I could sensed.
Because I don't wished to make this unproductive event of the morning continue further, I grab her head and forcefully turns her to face me.
"I'm not feeble mother, there is nothing I can't accomplish."
She had a complex expression, a mix of happiness and unsureness, and before she could speak, I gave her a peck to the head.
"Love you mother." As I spoke, she relaxed her guard completely, while raising her arms to hugged me tightly, too tight that it threatened my comfort, but well, today would be an exception as I said.
"I love you too Rudy." She replies gently, while snuggling to my chest.
"Father too?" I asked, as I look at Paul who had a warm, but still a little disturbed expression.
The question I probed was not immediately answered, Zenith hesitated for a moment until she heaved a heavy sigh again.
"He is a dumbass." She, still a bit resentful say.
"He is a badass." Without a paused I correct her.
"... He is selfish."
"You Loved him."
"..." There was a vibration that travels through my stomach, and a warm air that irritates my skin.
While chuckling she spoke up, "Rudy, who do you inherit your maturity from I wonder... From whom do you even hear these words..."
That question I did not answer, simply because it was a musing and not an actual question, and also because I find it unnecessary to do so.
But to put her at ease, I still responded, while trying to pull myself off from her, though she refuses to let go.
"Maturity? What is that?"
"Ha ha ha..." She chuckles.
Women! Let go of me.
Really, I feel like some snot and drools are engraved into my shirt.
"Let go of me." I suggested calmly and quietly.
"I don't want to..." What a childish, un-mother like response.
You are causing my discomfort women! Me, the child you birth.
I tried even harder to untangle her fingers she'd trussed for a better grip, but because I was afraid that it might cause harm to her, I was unable to move away.
It was like being unable to crack open grip of a baby who'd caught a hold onto something hazzardous, and that make you started questioning your strength.
But then I remember she was an adult, not at all something I could possibly harm, but I still was not able to push her away.
Mostly due to the idea that was engraved on my mind, even if it was unlikely that I could harm her, the possibility was not completely null.
Frowning, I send a glance at Paul, asking help silently.
But that son of a bitch was just looking at us with, a weird, horny... Not exactly that, but something of a debauch expression.
I heaved a sigh and just accepted my fate.
{Zenith snuggled like this for 10 minutes, leaving drool, tears, snot and her scent to his body which he absolutely did not like. While the entire thing was watched by Lillia from the window with a blank face.}
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Do you guys hate this kind of chapter? For future reference, should I not include these types of chapter?
By the way, does the MC sounds too arrogant, is it entertaining or annoying?
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