It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The little child grabbed his mother's skirt and shrank behind her, revealing half of her head, and looked at the brown-haired man timidly across.

The tall and strong man stood by the window, and the bright sunlight fell on the man through the window, enveloping the man in the light.

In the eyes of that little child, that powerful man was like the sun **** bathed in light.

Since he was born, he has grown up listening to this man's brilliant record, and he also saw this man for the first time.

Guardian of Mia Star.

His father.

A strong and noble man in the heart of a child.

The child's eyes glowed slightly, with a bit of cowardice on his face, and an irrepressible excitement, staring at the man with admiration.

The tall man stood by the window, and the bright sunlight illuminated his hard line on half of his face. He stared at the boy who was standing behind his mother's skirt.

His thick eyebrows frowned tightly, and he looked at the child whom he had seen for the first time after eight years of war, his son, his eyes sharp and a little cold.

The sharp eyes of the man who examined him made the child tighten his lips tightly, grasped the mother's skirt tightly, and held the deep wrinkles on the mother's skirt.

And his actions made the man's brows frown even tighter.

The frowning man spoke, saying his first words after seeing the child.

"Beat, you let me down."

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In the luxurious room filled with strong fragrance, the man who slept on the crimson sofa opened his eyes suddenly.

Dark brown curls strewn a few cluttered eyes around his suddenly wide eyes.

The man sat up and lowered his head slightly. He raised his right hand and inserted his fingers deeply into the neatly combed forehead. The well-maintained white tender fingers contrasted with the dark brown hair.

A few more curls scattered, and the man closed his eyes. The scattered curls formed a deep shadow in his eye socket.

The lines of his face were slightly softer, more like his mother, and the sharply pointed lips that he most closely resembled his father were pinching tightly, as if squeezing something tightly.

A large, luxurious room, empty and empty, only him sitting on a crimson sofa.

The room was quiet and he could only hear his own breathing.

He just sat quietly, pressed his head, closed his eyes, and closed his lips.

After a long time, the man put down his hands, his eyes opened, and his eyes were warm and calm.

He looked up at the opposite mirror, and opened his mouth, exposing a perfectly polite and gentle aristocratic smile.

"Come here."

He says.

Immediately, a beautiful maid came in from the side door, walked behind the sofa, gently combed his hair, and recombed the curly hair curled up around the corners of his eyes into a neat appearance.

Bayat stood up, spread her arms, and let the maid take off the crumpled gown that he had just taken a nap on the sofa for, and replaced it with a new, neat and noble gown.

He glanced respectfully at the attendant standing on one side.

"How's it going?"

He asked, looking calm.

"The mission failed and the target person was taken away by Major General Troll."

"Where are the people sent?"

Bayat continued to ask, his tone was inaudible, but his eyes were down.

"Insanity. The cause is unknown."

People who are powerful enough to fight back the invaders are extremely rare, and they are almost all the best in every field-and Mute can't relate to the top leader, so this The attendant didn't guess that way.

His judgment was that Major General Troll left the teenager with special equipment to protect him, because the counterattack of the device they could not judge caused the person they sent to be insane.

"Have you tried forcibly reading the memory?"

"Already used a mental tester to detect, but could not find any useful information, his spirit was shattered completely."

"What's the reaction over there?"

"Major General Troll has never shown up, and his subordinate, Major Robbin's attitude is very tough."

The attendant said, "He stated that if the Miya family cannot guarantee the safety of the guests, then Major General Troll will leave Mia Star immediately and return to a safe place."

The new gown had been reorganized, and Beat dropped her arms and took the golden pocket watch decorated by the maid.

"Send his head over as a gift."

Closing the golden pocket watch and throwing it into his chest, he spoke cruel words in a gentle tone.

"Yes, Lord Bayat."

The agent who failed the mission and no longer had any use value became an abandoned son. His final task was to use his skull as an apology to explain to Major General Troll.

"Master Bayat ..."

The attendant spoke again and stopped talking.

"what?"

"Master Mia Marquis will let you go."

"........."

A little silence, the look on the man's face was still mild, but the shadow under his eyes grew deeper.

"I know."

He said, looking at the mirror on the other side again.

The man in the mirror was well-dressed, graceful and gentle, and then smiled, it was the impeccable aristocratic gesture.

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Dozens of attendants stood quietly at the rear, their little children standing on the golden gravel, watching the huge landing ship descend from the sky.

He looked at the tall, tall man coming down from the hatch, and his eyes flashed with anticipation in his eyes before seeing his father for a long time.

When the man's gaze fell on him, a bright smile appeared on his immature face, and he could hardly wait to step forward to his father.

But when the child's bright smile met the man's gaze, he froze on his face.

He opened his eyes wide, watching his father look at him, frowning.

He watched the back of the man turning away, and the child stood there stunned, the shadow growing long under his feet.

He watched the wide back disappear little by little into his eyes, and the light in his eyes disappeared little by little.

"Mom, is my father mad at me?"

"... Beat, you are the heir of the Miya family. You must be calm and polite at all times. You shouldn't show that expression when you meet your father."

"But, mother, my father doesn't like me."

"That's not true, Bayat. You have to work hard, because your father wants to see his child better than anyone."

"As long as I do well, will my father like me?"

"Yeah, Bayat, when that time your father will be proud of you."

At that time, the little child was desperately working hard. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to be a good heir. He wanted his father to be proud of him.

And what the child was expecting was nothing but an admiring look from his father, who was as powerful as a **** in his mind.

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At this moment, the study room was thick and dark, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. On the huge desk, the funny roly-poly face was shaking.

The old marquis stood on the dark fur blanket, his eyes fell on the shaking tumbler, and his fingers stroked the golden ring on his finger.

Even if he is old, even if the wrinkles have covered his face, his back is still very straight, without any slight bending.

He stood there, not angry.

The old man who spent most of his life fighting in the cosmic starry sky just stood there quietly, and an air of inexplicable oppression passed through the air.

Bayat habitually dropped his head and stood on the side of the study.

He lowered his eyes, and as always looked at the dark blanket in front of his boots. The dark brown curly hair fell, and a deep shadow fell in his eye socket. He could only see his docile face at the moment, but could not see the look in his drooping eyes.

"Beat, you did something you shouldn't do."

After a long silence, the old man finally spoke.

He didn't speak very loudly, but his tone was unusually harsh.

The man lowered his head in front of the old man so low that he couldn't even see the look on his face now.

Only the motion of bowing his head showed his obedience to his father.

"Yes, my father, I'm sorry."

Bayat said softly.

"But it's just a major general, my father."

"... Yeah, just a major general."

The old man sighed.

He looked deeply at the down-headed son, and he thought, when did it start, his child, the future heir of the Miya family, never looked up in his eyes.

He knows his son.

Bayat was jealous of the excellent young man.

He was always reluctant to admit that the young man was better than himself.

Therefore, he tried every means to embarrass the young man, and he wanted to drive the young man out of the planet and out of his sight.

He tried to start with Troll's weakness and use those young children to anger Troll with those little means.

Narrow-minded.

Jealous of the virtuous.

Bullying is scary.

... this is his child.

............ This is the future heir of the Miya family!

With a deep breath stuck in his chest, the old marquis raised his hand—

A loud slam.

A slap slap on Beat's face fiercely, and the mighty fan gave him a slap, and an astonishing red handprint appeared on the very delicately maintained cheek.

"Bayat, you're so disappointed!"

The cheek was burning in pain, Bayat raised his eyes slightly, seeing the uncontrollable anger on the old marquis' face, and the clearly visible disappointment in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes, no waves in his eyes.

The old marquise's chest was undulating, he raised his hand and pointed to the door.

"Get out!"

He scolded.

Bayat didn't say a word. He turned and left the study, as ordered by his father.

Behind him, the old man who looked at him was full of sadness and disappointment.

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The child has been working hard.

He demanded himself almost harshly, to learn everything he should learn, and he tried his best to do his best.

Every day and night, he was telling himself that he could not lose to anyone.

[You are the heir of the Miya family, Bayat, your father wants you to be better than anyone. 】

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"Master Father! I can already pilot frigates independently!"

"It's too slow, Bayat, it took a whole year to drive independently, and you're too disappointed."

"... I'm sorry, my father."

not enough.

The child thought.

It must be that he didn't do enough, he had to work harder.

"My father, I have completed all my studies on history, and my mentor said that my learning ability is the best he has ever seen-"

"Are you satisfied just that? Byatt, you're so disappointed."

...

"Master, this time I simulated the Star Wars in the Academy, I reached the final ... This final is open. Can you come and watch?"

"Bayatt, in my eyes, this so-called simulation war is just a game for children to play house. If you are proud of this achievement, you will only let me down."

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Time and time again, the fiery flames were extinguished by icy water, leaving only ashes without temperature.

why?

Why is his father unsatisfied no matter what he does?

……why.

The young child grew up slowly, but he never expected it.

What he saw was always the stern face of his father. What he hears is always a reprimand.

He began to slowly learn to give up.

No matter how hard he tries, he will always get that sentence, so he thought, forget it.

The so-called disheartened, but so.

When did he no longer want to look at his father's face, when did he never want to look at his father's eyes ... he doesn't remember.

He just bowed his head habitually in front of his father, covering his face, and his heart was as calm as the Dead Sea.

He has grown up, and he is no longer the child who longs for his father's admiration, and his emotions will no longer be affected by any actions and words of his father.

He is used to being with his father so.

Until that day ...

"The future of that young man is limitless."

It was an admiring look he had never seen on his father's face.

However, this gaze is looking at another young man.

"Troll ... I always thought he could be promoted to major general only because of the favor of the emperor.

"Even me, he is far inferior to him at his age."

The old man who never gave himself a little compliment stared at the young man with extremely hot eyes, and then left himself with disappointed eyes.

"Bayat, if you can have half of him ..."

He clenched his hands and thrust his nails deep into his palm.

He used to think his heart was as hard as iron, and he used to think he would never be shaken in the slightest by this man's rebuke—

But this man, the man he called his father, always pierced his eyes with a single eye, a word.

This man, always understatement, can throw his dignity on the ground and trample on the ground.

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There was a low laugh in the depressed room. The man sitting on the crimson sofa lowered his head, his hands covering his face.

A deep, weird laughter came from the slit between his fingers covering his face.

[You disappoint me so much, Bayat. 】

My father, I'm used to it.

I'm used to you being disappointed in me.

Dark brown curly hair was scattered messily on the back of the man's hand covering his face, and the man's eyes looked through the gap between the fingers.

The mirror opposite reflected the man's appearance at the moment, and the red mark on his cheek.

The faint tingling sensation from the cheek was hot, and the pain seemed to penetrate into the deepest part of his body along his skin, flesh and even bone marrow.

The man covering his face was staring at the opposite mirror, still laughing, and said it once.

The laughter grew louder and sharper.

In the end, the laughter was almost hysterical.

The sharp laughter echoed throughout the room.

My father, I know, you want a son better than anyone.

Because your child is me, you are always disappointed.

You will never be proud of me.

I know how you expect the young major general who is better than anyone to be your son--

The man stared at the shadow in the mirror, his twisted eyes looking through his fingers, looking abnormally mad and crazy.

What if that guy died?

father.

If that guy dies, can he be better than me? !!