Wildness and Masks

Chapter 39 – Foucault's Past

"Sigh... Ogre," Lange also let out a sigh.

After a moment of silence, he began to speak about his own background: "Although, Ogre, my birth was much better than yours, I never felt any love in my family. My birth was an accident; I'm the son of a knight and a maid."

As he spoke, Lange suddenly chuckled twice, "It's funny, I've never actually seen my so-called father. If it weren't for discovering that I had the qualities of a knight, I doubt he would have ever acknowledged me as his son..."@@@@

Ogre didn't ask about Lange's mother.

A maid whose name isn't mentioned—her fate is self-explanatory.

"Ogre, I once considered my mother, whom I barely met, a disgrace. But later, I gradually realized that the bloodline I should truly be ashamed of is my father's. No matter how others see him as great, in my eyes, he's just scum!"

But as Lange spoke to this point, he suddenly smiled bitterly, "Yet I have to admit, it's because of this scum that I survived and became a knight..."

"Lange..." Ogre took the initiative to comfort him, "We can't choose our birth. All we can do is strive to become stronger—strong enough to break free from predetermined fate."

Perhaps no one can truly fight against fate.

As for the happiest times, those were probably the moments spent listening to his father tell stories.

His father used stories to entice him, which eventually led him to learn those difficult and obscure human words...

Some people show extraordinary qualities from a young age. Ogre didn't think he was one of those people, but he believed—Foucault probably was.

"I think the young master understood it. Anyway, from that moment on, I decided to be his knight, to follow him—until he fulfills his ideals," Lange said, his eyes growing more determined with every word.

"Having a goal is good sometimes," Ogre smiled, "That's what my father told me. He said—having a goal in life already puts you ahead of many."

"Hahaha, I don't understand much, I just feel that the young master is worth following. I can sense that he's different," Lange said, laughing as he scratched the back of his head.

"Lange, Ogre! Why did you guys wander so far?"

Just then, Foucault emerged from the Professional Association and waved at them.