Chapter 9: A Days Time
Elden, for lack of a better word, was a barbarian.
His innate nature was that of a madman and his disposition towards violence meant that he was one to solve his problems with his fists, rather than the mind.
His head, devoid of any sort of wisdom or knowledge, was instead filled with pleasure and greed. This was a man who had discarded any semblance of culture to live the life of a ruffian.
He was more fit to be a hooligan from the slums than a noble from a Count’s family.
And...
Such a man was better suited for crushing his opponents under his heel and seizing their possessions.
That was the kind of man Elden Raphelion was.
He talked with his fists and not with words.
Sometimes he would struggle to remember some words, making his sentences sound like rubbish.
The poor souls who pointed out such faults were mercilessly beaten up. Such was the way this man covered up his faulty education.
He had used this tactic to great effect, even managing to beat his way into the valedictorian.