The Exiled First-born of the Noble House. Rising to the Top With the Worthless Skill [Null Poison]

Sword God

2 days after the ceremony.

I was told I must depart the house.

The anger that he had forgotten from Klaus being revealed as [Sword God] came back after the day had passed and I had to endure spars against the students of the Sparling house while fighting barehanded against them all.

——-but why am I getting scolded?

The question remained, and once the scolding ended came the statement “A failure like you must leave this house!”

Suppressing the pain from all the swellings across my body, I cried pathetically as I packed my belongings in a small bag.

There wasn’t much, as I was told that most of my belongings were actually the belongings of the Sparling household and not my own.

With the bag on my shoulder, I began to leave but at the entrance of the room I stumbled on something and fell face flat on the floor.

Recognizing a person’s presence, I looked up to see Klaus standing there.

“And here I managed to cleap up the mess you had brought upon us yet you were about leave without saying a single word to me Brother?”

Klaus continued to look down with mockery filled in his words.

I tried to think of whether I had actually even done anything to him but…..nothing came to mind.
We had nothing between us.

Let alone conflict or fights, we had barely talked before this.

I wondered if we even qualified as family sometimes.

“……are you expecting me thank you? In the first place, why are you so fixated on me?”

“hahahah! Why you ask?”

He laughed like a madman as his eyes turned hateful as he looked down on me.

“Think of the treatment I had to deal with up till now? Just because you were born a few seconds earlier, you were the pampered heir.
On the other hand, I was abandoned.
Is the reason not obvious?”

“That had nothing to with our birth but more to do with your weak constitution—-“

“Silence! I hated how you acted like you were superior coming to talk to poor old me as well.
But…..kukuku,ahhahah! The heavens have chosen me! A [Sword God] and you a [Farmer]!”

He laughed with his face twisted with anger and madness.

I felt a bit uncomfortable around this unstable Klaus, but was starting to feel the anger from this mockery as well.

What have I done to deserve any of this?

Born frail, he was the one who was pampered by our mother.
I would have loved to have had any of that.

“Raised as the chosen heir, yet the heavens have cursed you to work as a [Farmer]! Tell me, how does it feel to get thrown out of your own house? Tell me Chris!?”

“Enough!!”

I shouted, having had enough of holding my emotions back.

He recoiled for a second, but he kept his expression unchanged and pulled his sword and aimed it at my face.

“Stop shouting, its grating on my ears.
You ain’t a member of the Sparling family no more……seriously annoying.
Do you want me to cut you down right here?”

The edge of the sword lightly grazed my forehead and a single drop of blood streamed