The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

"Let me go, let me see her!"

The boy roared hysterically at the man in front of him, struggling desperately with his hands and feet, but he could not break free from the ropes binding his hands and feet.

The man's face was grim; he wanted to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry with the boy.

The man is the boy's father, but why is the boy bound by his father?

"You're a complete waste. You didn't dare to speak up when your mother died, and you won't let me go get her back today. Coward, wimp..."

The boy cursed angrily, repeating the same few words over and over with his meager vocabulary.

What the boy couldn't see was the man's clenched fist behind his back, the veins bulging with tension.

He was also unwilling, but what could he do in the face of those powerful figures? If he resisted, neither he nor Lockston would be able to escape...

A flicker of pain crossed the man's eyes, but he didn't show it. He simply turned his back and said in a deep voice, "It seems you need to calm down by yourself."

With that, he walked out the door without looking back.

"Come back! Let me go! I'll do what you won't do! Come back, you son of a bitch..."

No matter how much the boy shouted, the man didn't turn around to look at him.

"hateful!"

The boy let out a roar, a mournful cry of agony.

At times like this, he would feel better if he could punch something to vent his emotions, but since he can't move his hands and feet, he can't even vent his emotions right now.

"Why...why did you do this to me!"

The boy shed tears, for his own incompetence and for his father's cowardice.

The image of the girl's beautiful face and her gentle tone flashed through his mind, but the boy felt even more pain.

That tenderness that belonged to him would change hands in just one night.

The girl, his childhood sweetheart, caught the eye of Franz Stanton, the young master of the Stanton family, who wanted to take her home as a concubine.

The Stanton family belonged to Irwin Territory, the local sovereign and noble family.

The wedding... no, concubines don't get that kind of treatment. Anyway, the ceremony for taking a concubine was about to take place, and he only found out on the day of the ceremony!

This is also because both families deliberately kept it from him; he didn't even know his woman had been stolen!

"Ah Fang..." the boy wailed, calling out the girl's name.

Since that day when he "met" the girl in the mountains, the boy has never seen her again.

Every time I went to the girl's house to inquire, I was either stopped by her cowardly father or met with vague answers from the girl's parents.

At first, he didn't think anything was wrong. The two families had a good relationship, but they hadn't become in-laws yet, and they weren't very close. His future in-laws might not approve of him, but he would work hard to marry the young woman.

It wasn't until he learned that the girl was going to be taken as a concubine by the lord that he thought of his father and the incongruity of the girl's parents' behavior.

They were forbidding him from seeing her. They knew how deep his feelings for her were, that he wouldn't give her up, even if it meant offending powerful figures, and that he was capable of anything for her, which would put them in a difficult position.

He and she weren't afraid, but they were afraid, as were his father and her parents.

Fearing the powerful and wealthy, and not daring to resist, they wanted to marry their daughter to such a dissolute young man.

He knew how bad Franz Stanton's reputation was; he was immoral, a playboy, and a bully. Apart from his wealthy family and his father being a noble lord, Franz Stanton was nothing compared to anyone else.

But they wanted to marry her off to such a man. To say that they were afraid of the powerful and dared not resist would be to overestimate their abilities.

They might even be very happy, happy that their daughter has climbed the social ladder, happy that they sold their daughter for a large sum of money, and happy that they will never have to worry about food or clothing again with the money from selling their daughter!

Similarly, there have been instances of people being oppressed by nobles.

He remembered that he was very young at that time, just old enough to remember things.

On that stormy night, the boy's mother, facing the greed and cruelty of the powerful, was like a candle flickering in the wind, ultimately being ruthlessly extinguished.

It was a late autumn evening, and the atmosphere in the village was unusually oppressive. The servants of the powerful and wealthy broke into the boy's home like wolves. His family was already poor, but the powerful and wealthy, on trumped-up charges, claimed that his family's land was hindering their development plans and demanded that he give it up without compensation.

My mother was a gentle yet strong woman. Knowing that the land was their family's only source of livelihood, she resolutely refused the demands of the powerful and wealthy. Her eyes gleamed with an indomitable spirit, but to them, her resistance was nothing more than the struggle of an ant.

The patience of the powerful is finite, and their servants began to wantonly destroy everything in the house. Furniture was smashed, food was trampled, and the mother tried to protect her young son and his weak father in the chaos, but her strength was too weak.

In the chaos, a servant maliciously shoved the mother to the ground, her head hitting a hard stone, and blood immediately stained the ground. She groaned in pain, but the surrounding violence did not stop. The servants continued their destruction, while the nobles watched coldly, cruel smiles on their lips.

The mother tried to stand, but her body was too weak. Just then, a servant walked over, his eyes filled with contempt as he looked at her. He raised his foot and stomped hard on her chest, the force so great that she instantly struggled to breathe.

"This is what happens when you defy me!" the powerful man said with a sneer.

The mother's face was filled with pain and despair. Her hands struggled weakly, trying to push away the heavy foot, but all in vain. Her breathing grew weaker and weaker, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, until finally, her hands fell limply to her sides, her eyes slowly closed, and she remained motionless.

The powerful and wealthy watched their atrocities with satisfaction, then left with their servants, leaving behind only a scene of devastation.

The father, usually a quiet, hardworking, and simple man, remained silent in the face of his wife's tragic death, as if his soul had been ripped from his body. His eyes were empty, as if all light had been lost, leaving only endless darkness and pain. He stood there like a statue, letting the anger and sorrow surge within him, yet he never uttered a sound of protest.

As time passed, the boy could never shake off that memory. He hated his own powerlessness, his father's silence, and even more so, the cold-blooded ruthlessness of those in power. Those nights, he often woke in terror, the echoes of his mother's wails and his father's silent back reverberating in his ears. Those memories, like sharp blades, tore at his heart again and again.

And now, has it fallen on his shoulders again?