THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. THIS IS FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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February had arrived, which meant Emma and I would be turning fourteen soon. On the 16th to be exact. We buried my father in August, which meant that I'd been back in the past for six months already. I was close to low guard rank in Sword and Spear arts, and I was at high guard rank in fighting arts. My manor was finally in order, and my body was finally on track to be the kind of body fitting for a proper hunter, but there were still other things that hadn't been addressed or observed yet.
The Fermillion territory had a total of two towns and two villages. The first town was Mackdale, which was about 6 kilometers north of the estate, with 5 streets and a population of about 1,000. The second town was Shining Lake, which as the name suggested, was near a lake and was 26 kilometers south from the estate. Shining Lake had 3 streets and a population of about 400. The other two villages were located to the east and west of the estate about 10 kilometers away.
The territory was surrounded on all sides by the territory of the other Lords. To the West was Paptron Territory, who were known for farming. To the North was the Nomarion territory, who used to be recognized as the Royal Family until the Noxefarons took over 200 years ago. To the South across the Lake was Kepton territory, who were known for banking. Finally to the East was Haberly territory, who were known for their military.
That brings me to the Fermillion family, who was known for something considered to be rather useless to the other nobles, and that thing, that specialty was that of scribing. Our purpose, our grand job was to record, whatever and whenever we could. Most of the scribing was done by my Uncle who lived in Shining lake, and what he wrote down was sent to the record house in Mackdale. However, in this new reality, I took on a lot of the scribing work that my uncle used to do alone. I was the head of the family after all so it was only fair that I did my fair share.
Scribing was a boring job to the old me, but to the new me it was a god-send. With all the records we had I could find out as much about the kingdom and the kingdom's nobles as I wanted. We had it all down to the most mundane detail, and it was all kept in Mackdale, our largest town.
Mackdale was where the Fermillion Militia was stationed and trained, and as of the time of the King's notice, they were on standby and no longer of any use to the crown. I could only imagine how low their morale was and how far my favor was falling on a daily basis. Most of them probably thought it was some sort of vacation, but there were probably enough soldiers who knew what being sent back home truly meant.
I've been avoiding them up to this point, not intentionally, but because I realize how delicate the situation is and how giving them some time to settle was probably the right call. Visiting them too soon might stir up anger among the more informant, but six months was probably the limit I was allowed to avoid them.
I woke up February 6th, and that's when I knew… It was time. I couldn't just show up out of nowhere unannounced and ready to give them a purpose, no, Wayne Fermillion coming down to check on the Fermillion Militia was unheard of. The place I needed to start was going into the four settlements of the Fermillion territory to get a visual understanding of what the state of the territory actually looked like.
I didn't feel like the a Lord anymore. After spending so many years as a hunter, my noble sensibilities had vanished and what remained of them were starkly scarce in the most extreme sense. I felt more like a person than I ever had before. Where this estate, its staff and other responsibilities felt like boorish inconveniences before, they now felt like a gargantuan undertaking.
I had a more simplistic worldview now and wisdom that made my outer appearance look changed in a big way. Staff started taking notice of that maturity and understanding in the form of new found respect, and my family started looking at me like I was some sort of stranger. My mother grew distant as the months passed. Emma found it hard to berate me anymore and just would look at me with quiet judgement. Kate… her eyes had this sad look of confusion… but unlike mother and Emma, she'd seek me out during the day and just watch me.
Looking at the territory was the focus now, and to do that I walked. Keisuke pleaded with me to take a horse the first time I went out on my own… but… I couldn't bring myself to do it. Walking was too comforting for that. It reminded me of the days I was with the Fiery Champions, a party that didn't exist yet in this… well I guess it would be a timeline of sorts.
The roads were rough. It looked like they hadn't been taken care of in years, possibly decades. Were these some treacherous roads in some distant mountains they would be acceptable, but they weren't. These were my roads.
My dark blonde hair drifted in a cool breeze and around my shoulders I wore a black cloak with a black fur collar with a simple brown tunic underneath and black trousers. I avoided bright colors and embroidered borders as much as possible not wanting to stand out as I looked at the towns and villages.
This was really just sightseeing, but I'd have cause to make more trips, especially to Mackdale. Records had to be brought to the record house, and even though I could send Marv, Jay, Kesuke or Velitia out to do it, I also could just do it myself giving me a valid excuse to visit Mackdale on a regular basis.
The sky was clouded overhead and the ground beneath me was half frozen, half mudded. There was nothing even about these roads and there were all sorts of broken sticks and plants spread about the road with no order to it. The roads closer to the manor weren't as bad, but the further from the manor I got, the worse the roads were.
Suddenly a group of people came out from around the rocks, all wearing tattered clothes, crop tops, some missing teeth, all dirty, and all of them exuding a horrible stench. These guys were undoubtedly bandits.
They demanded I give them everything I had, and I did. A small sum of about 50 nelm just in case I needed it. But then they asked for my clothes. That was too far. I resisted and then they pounced on me which would have been a problem for the old Wayne, but the new Wayne could take care of a few bandits. In about 10 minutes I had then all on the ground and in the mud bloodied and bruised. The ran away shouting curses and threats.
How interesting. If I had taken a horse like Keisuke had begged me to, maybe they wouldn't have bothered me. As I kept walking I ran into another bandit, and then a group of them at the gates of the town. What the fuck? Why were there so many bandits?
Once inside Mackdale, the roads were better than the ones outside, but they were all broken and damaged. It looked like nobody was taking care of this city at all. People were out begging in the streets, there was hardly a soldier in sight, just a few at the gates and then maybe one stationed outside a merchant's shop.
I'd been to many towns in my travels, all different and all unique in their own way. Some of them were magnificent with places that stood out and stuck with you, places you wanted to never leave and never forget. Others were forgettable, and others were shitholes you wanted to avoid. Mackdale was reminding me of something between those forgettable towns and those shithole towns.
The buildings in Mackdale were devoid of color, lifeless, some crumbling, and some sticking out against the sky like a blunt axe. There was nary a tree or bush around and the smell was thick with mold, mildew, dust, mud and ash. It's no wonder I brought all my brews to the manor. This isn't the kind of place I'd want to drink in, let alone party in,
The light hardly reflected in anyone's eyes I came across. This town looked poor, and it looked like it had been decades since it saw any hope. Were these people starving? I couldn't tell. Whether their clothes hid their skeletal frames or if their skin was gray from the toxic air was impossible to tell. The only thing I knew for certain was that these people were miserable. This was the town my Great Aunt Elena lived in. She's the one who should be in charge of all this, but it looks like she's doing a terrible job.
But it's not like I know how to fix this issue either. I was focused on getting stronger, not on city infrastructure and how good cities operate. Now that I think about it, Molly knew about this stuff. She was outright annoying with the amount of ranting she would do about proper infrastructure design. What was the word for that kind of thing? Oh yeah. I think I heard someone say it was autistic. She was autistic about city design.
People looked depressed, but the town wasn't silent and it wasn't lazy either. People were going about their business and working just like anyone in any city should. I could hear the noise of wagons on the road, people negotiating in the markets, the sound of metal clanging, boots on stone, doors opening and shutting and coins clinking on counters. The noise wasn't constant, but it wasn't quite scarce either.
After walking down two streets I finally found the training yard where the militia was located and there I walked in through the gates to see soldiers… not training. Some were gathered around fire pits, others were… chatting… and there didn't seem to be a single high ranking officer in sight. All I could do was shake my head at the pitiful display before me. I had low expectations, but this was pretty bad.
"Who's in charge here?" I loudly announced. A few of them looked up and at me, but only one of them actually answered me.
"Oh, that would be captain Tyrone! He's inside." answered a young man with sandy hair a medium frame who stood taller than me and looked to be around twenty years old.
Captain Tyrone. It sounded familiar, but from a life too long ago to properly remember. Ah. Now I remember. He was tasked with making sure I was thrown out of the territory. Someone Emma turned into a lackey. Maybe I didn't want to talk to him, but I needed to talk to someone. The guy who answered me would do.
"What's your name kid?" I asked him probably a little too stiffly.
"Kid? You're not more than a kid yourself! I know I'm not scarred up like these other guys, but at least I'm not a shrimp like you!" he shouted back.
Whoops. Forgot that I'm the kid now. Old habits die hard, well… I won't be a kid for long. Time is going to pass fast, especially with how much I need to catch up on and prepare for.
"Sorry sir, I didn't mean any disrespect, I'm just doing a little bit of digging. That's all." I answered holding up my hands with lifted shoulders in a casual way. He loosened his face after seeing my body language.
"What's there to dig for here?"
"Well, how do you feel about Captain Tyrone for starters?" I asked, stepping closer to him.
"What's there to know about the Captain?"
"Well is he training you all well?"
"Training? We've done hardly any of that. Hell, catching the Captain sober nowadays is like finding gold in the streets. He's always drunk ever since the others got sent back."
"Okay. Bye."
"What? You're just leaving like that?"
"Yep. Tell the Captain Wayne Fermillion says hi." I said before walking off. That was all the info I needed. The rest of the day I spent looking at the rest of the streets and then once the sun started setting I headed towards the gates of the city, but right before I made it there, I saw a boy sitting in the streets with a look like he was about to die. He looked like he was around nine years old, his face was thin and he had a cough.
For some reason this kid reminded me of back then when I had lost everything. His hair was dirty, but I think it was probably brown, and his eyes were a cool shade of greenish blue.
"Where's your folks kid?" I asked him.
He startled and then gave me a sad look.
"Orphan then?"
He didn't even nod, but I could tell just from his eyes that was probably the case. The sensible thing would be to just leave him for dead, but Seiji didn't leave me for dead. He should have left me for dead, but the only reason I'm even here is because of him.
"Come one kid. Get on." I said kneeling to the ground and pointing to my back.
After about what seemed to be about 5 minutes of hesitation I finally felt his frail arms wrap around me. What am I doing? I don't just go out and help people for no reason. There's gotta be something I can do with this kid, but I don't know what, I don't know why, and I don't know how. Am I just helping this kid because I want to? That doesn't make any sense.
We walked out of the city and towards the manor stopping twice to deal with bandits. After the first group I dealt with, his eyes started to change. There was a subtle fear in them. After I cleaned up the second group he'd changed. He was starting to look at me in a funny way, almost like he had found hope… that maybe there were some good people in the world. That maybe I, of all fucking people, was actually helping him for no other reason other than from the goodness of my heart.
That can't be true right? I'm planning on using this kid for something right? I'm not… I'm not Seiji… I hate that guy's guts… he's an idiot and nothing he ever did proved anything.
"What's your name kid?" I asked him in a soft breathy tone, my inner thoughts slipping out. I didn't mean to ask him that, but thankfully he didn't respond… or at least that's what I thought was going to happen, but after about two minutes he finally said his first words to me.
"Whatever you want me to be. Whatever name you want to give me… that's the name I want."
My heart sank as I realized what I had just picked up, what I had just saved. This wasn't just some random kid. This was a retainer… the kind of retainer that even the highest ranking royals can only dream of. That gesture… that fucking simple act of taking him home… it's earned me something more valuable than all the gold in the world. I'll take care of you kid, no matter what the cost.
I'll make sure you get the best education, get the finest training imaginable and I'll teach you how to seduce as many women as you want. I want you to get stronger than I ever could and gain influence that spreads to the gods. This kid almost died, but I didn't save this kid. Seiji did by extension of saving me.
"Alright. From now on… your name is Joshua. Imma call you Josh though okay?"
He gripped tighter onto me. I can't wait to see what kind of mountain of a man I'm going to turn this kid into.