Chapter 9: Assistant
Holy City of the King, Zeeland
May 20th, 767 AD
*Ding*
{The optimal time for Side Mission 1 is occurring in several days. The system would recommend completing it soon.}
"Finally, some emotional support," I replied joyfully, "oops, I mean, I can finally have someone help me in the future."
I have already requested more guards around my room because of my 'fear' of darkness, so all I should have to do is ask for an instructor to be around me all the time to help with my fears, and I can even imagine the sequence in which it will happen:
"Daddy, daddy, I feel so stupid, can I get someone to be around me all the time to be my friend," I said.
"Sure, my son, who do you want," My father replied, clearly not understanding how this would help me.
"Oh thank you, daddy, oh thank you, oh thank you," I replied.
I will then say who I want it to be, and I will train him/her for the next few weeks.
In fact, I already have someone who I want to be my assistant. He is one of the palace guards who's name is Brandon. I have noticed that he seems to be quite bored with his job, and is quite creative. He often makes things more complicated, so life is more enjoyable. The best part is that even though he is skilled with the sword, he seems to have different ideas than his overseers, and is not the best listener. His lack of cohesion with the group makes the team less productive, and I think he is probably going to get kicked out soon. It is almost as if he is a little ahead of his time, but has no way to express his ideas.
"I'm sure he will be able to give different ideas to help make things go more smoothly as well," I thought happily.
I cannot believe I have found such a catch, and I am starting to wonder if there was some tampering involved.
Anyway, I plan to ask if I can have him in a few days, and start his training.
Sadly, reality seldom meets expectations.
"What do you mean I can't have him," I asked, actually crying.
It was getting tough to stay as an adult internally when I can't talk to anyone.
"Sorry, son, but I don't think that will work," My father replied.
"Ok, then, can't I just have him as an instructor?" I asked.
"You'll have to work harder. I can't just give you special treatment compared to my other sons." He said.
"Ok," I replied sadly, faking it this time.
"I guess I need to work harder on my acting skills," I thought, "I need to show my dad that no matter how hard I try during instructions, I will not be able to get better without more support. (of course, he will be acting)"
My plan after I can get Brandon is to get better at academics and sword skills at a slow speed, but I will still not change the personality I have built up.
Over the next weeks, I pretended to try much harder, but not get any better. I would get to lessons on-time more often and work harder in them. I would act like I was not improving at all. I know that this is going to be a challenge to do, but I had no other choice. Luckily, the instructors believed what I was trying to portray.
Today is my birthday, and I hope that fact, with the help of my acting, will let me get Brandon. I feel like I need him now as if he is my stress toy. I don't know what is happening to me! I wonder if it has to do with my lack of being myself?
This world doesn't seem to have a birthday celebration yet. I hope that my actions will let me get what I want as well as create a new holiday for the wealthy, who knows?
"Father, as you can see, nothing works, I have a gut feeling that having a full-time instructor may help me a little," I said, "and it's my birthday."
"Uh-huh," He replied, a little annoyed, "wait, what is this birthday you speak of and are you trying to get something from me by using it."
"No, father," I replied respectfully, "since I was born on this day, I was wondering if I could get something special. You could even do it to all your sons to show your appreciation of them and get their favor. I am not implying that you need to, though."
"Hmm, that is quite interesting, let it be done as a birthday gift to you," He exclaimed, "now how did you come up with this birthday tradition."
"It seems it came to me from our god himself (a different religion from the Abrahamic religions from the earth)," I said, "We should have this holiday honor our God for letting us be born onto this planet."
"That is great," My father replied, "you may leave now."
Let me address this religion that I talked about earlier. This region of the planet believes in a monotheistic religion called Harmonism. It takes an important place in daily life for the people here, and you cannot question its beliefs. I plan to use it to explain how I have my ideas and gain leverage in talks for the future.
I then remembered how I imagined talking to my father.
"Oh, no!" I thought.
Dang it, I ended up making a mistake! I was supposed to talk like a stupid five-year-old, not a well-educated teenager. The only good outcome is if my father was too distracted to hear my change in speech. I keep wavering, sometimes acting like a five-year-old and at others being too mature for my age. I need someone to talk to pronto, and I don't think I will stay as myself if this keeps up!
Now it's time to get my manager/assistant!
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SunkenSpaceMan
SunkenSpaceMan Hi, SunkenSpaceMan here. I completed the chapter I missed, so I am back on schedule.
I am going to try to use religion in this book to spice things up. I anyone has any ideas about it or anything else, please share them.
Thank you for reading this chapter!
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