Chapter 59: OPLAN: Catch the Abusive Father (5)
I gave Diego one last punch before I pushed myself up, and walked away from him. Dusting my hands off like I just touched a very filthy thing. Then, I mockingly looked at my father, a sarcastic smile on my face.
"What’s with that look?"
He was hilarious. He really saw himself as one of those noble lords. He even wore those...what do you call them? A fur-lined cloak that draped over one shoulder, and tailored black breeches tucked into his polished leather boots.
Shaking my head, I suggested with a laugh, "Nice outfit, Lord of the Renaissance Faire. You should have gone all out. Maybe add a rapier, a ruffled collar, and, oh, definitely one of those pompous feathered capes that scream I own peasants for a living. Or better yet, a powdered wig and a golden goblet."
Sergio walked forward with a serious face. He eyed Diego who was wiping the blood on his face.
Diego stood firm, bowing at his presence.
"Which prince are you, father?" I asked, leaning on the edge of the massive desk.
I smirked when I noticed him flinching. Yeah. I figured it out already. Better pack your things before the NSA arrives here. I have confidence that Noir won’t die.
What did they say about bad weeds again? They grow tall and never die.
"Which lord are you? Pride? Wrath? Ah, come to think of it, the symbol on this door symbolizes avarice. Who are you then? Lord Mammon? Pfft. Quite an interesting way to build your empire there, father. Who would want to live in hell, eh?"
"The sinners, of course."