Requiem Of A Failed Hero



"Oh, oh, that is quite the wild. You want to regulate the temperate in an entire planet, is that even possible?" Mok Jun-Seo scoffed after Raith had tabled the matter before him.

But the blank expression on Raith's regardless of his response informed him of Raith's seriousness.

"Wait, you can't be serious."

"I am,"

"How in the world will you do that?"

"I will find a way. We need to go to Antarctica." Raith said.

Mok Jun-Seo sighed, "Man, we are so broke. There's no way we can handle the travel expenses to Antarctica at a time like this." He told Raith shaking his head pitifully.

"What about gold? What if we sell a lot of gold?" Raith suggested.

"Well, I guess that could work but where are we supposed to see gold?" Mok Jun-Seo worried.

Raith closed his eyes and snapped his finger. Immediately two random foot soldiers of his rose from the shadows holding a very large box each.

They dropped it and stared at their master with amazement as they returned.

Mok Jun-Seo squinted his eyes at the boxes sitting on the ground. He slowly leaned forward on his seat and looked at Raith one last time before opening it.

His eyes widened a golden glow filled his face.

"No way! How did you have so much?!" Mok Jun-Seo was shocked.

Raith chuckled and hid the fact that this was not even up to one percent of what he had. These were all treasures that he had gotten from the Golden temple after defeating Kortopi when he was still a dungeon boss, the golem dungeon boss.

"With this... it should be possible. I will reach out to my contacts and get back to you. Oh, my my, you should have mentioned that you have so much gold like this." The man blotted anyhow, he proudly pulled to heavy gold like it was nothing and majestically walked out of the parlor.

'Sighs... this man didn't even allow me to finish. As expected money will be the end of his'

Raith had requested to see Mok Jun-Seo, not any to tell him about his plans but to also thank him properly for what he had done this far.

And he still wanted to discuss how they could manage this people's awakening. But Mok Jun-Seo had stormed off to appraise the gold before he got the chance to talk.

He leaned into his chair and closed his eyes for a moment. It's been a bit stressful since he had woken up—it made him wonder what Mok Jae-Hwa and everyone else would have gone through trying to protect this person.

His brows lowered all of a sudden.

"The chairman told me I will be able to meet you here." A cold voice said from behind him.

This cold voice was the reason why Raith was frowning right now. He sat upright and spoke:

"Yes, I am here... why are you here?"

Curtis walked to his front and slowly lowered, Raith thought he wanted to sit but the guy went on his knee. Raith's eyes widened.

"What are you doing?" He inquired with trembling eyes. His frown deepened.

"I want to apologize on behalf of Father and myself."

"On behalf of Father?" Raith's expression became solemn, he was hoping it wasn't what he was thinking.

"He did not make it," Curtis said, lowering his head.

Wrinkles formed on top of his head as he pulled his brows even tighter together, he clenched his teeth and pressed his lips together, despite his attempt to hold the tears they still gathered at the base of his eyes.

He was angry, very angry.

Who gave him permission to die?

After everything he had done.

Death was too easy

He wanted him to suffer more

He wanted him to regret his decision

To regret the way he treated his son.

All these things surged through Raith's head, but still, why was his heart painting him so much, he now had two hearts, he could feel it vividly as he placed his hand on his chest. One on the left and one on the right, the one on the left was paining so much as he thought of how much he hated his father, his throat felt stuff and he felt very uncomfortable as though he would cry.

But why would he cry, all these years he had fostered himself with hatred and passion for vengeance against his father and brother who had treated him so unfairly because he was weak, and right now, his heart was quaking and paining him so much?

Was this a type of weakness? Raith couldn't tell but he hated it.

Curtis watched him suffer to hold his tears back so much and he hated himself for causing this much pain to his brother but there was nothing he could have done.

He gritted his teeth before speaking.

"I am sorry. I am sorry I treated you like an insignificant being. But there was nothing I could have done. It was father's orders."

Raith's eyes suddenly widened, "F-F-Father's orders?"

Curtis slowly raised his head, "Every time I had to be harsh to you I hated him, I hated myself but those were his instructions."

"What do you mean?" Raith's voice trembled.

"Father always said, you are different from the rest of us and you are dangerous. And all he did, that was the only reason he did what he did. It wasn't that you were not capable of learning our family's swordsmanship, father was the one that wasn't teaching it right?"

Raith squinted his eyes, this wasn't making any sense to him. His father would literally scorn him and say so much harsh words because he refused to get it right every time. Yet Curtis was saying that his father wasn't deliberately teaching him right.

"This is gibberish. Explain yourself better Curtis." Raith frowned.

"Father, used to call you a monster. He said you are not human, you are not from the rest of us and you have your mother's gene in you. Of course, you know we are from different mothers, right? He described your mother as a special being from far away and said you are more monstrous and it is your monstrosity that killed her.

He said it would be detrimental to put any power in your hands. So you must never be allowed to hold any kind of power, and he raised you as a weak child who cannot do anything. Even after you were sent out, we were still watching you, until we couldn't all of a sudden and I have been searching for you ever since."

Raith was trembling, his hand was covering his mouth, and it was very hard to make sense of all these things Curtis was saying. 'His monstrosity killed his mother' What was that supposed to mean?