�Wah! Wah!�

In the early morning, Vincent was roused from his sleep by the sound of a baby�s cry echoing through the mountain.

�Ugh.�

The sad sound of the infant continued to be heard as he ran his hands through his disheveled hair.

�God, what have I done so wrong?�

The hunter�s muscles strained in the dark as he kicked the blanket off of the bed.

�Who on earth is that this early?�

Vincent looked at his sleeping wife, hoping she was having a good dream.

If she heard that, there would have been some measure of trouble.

�Haah��

The couple, who had been married for seven years, had no children.

They had visited the clinic once with a large sum of money, but all they said was that the cause was unknown.

�There�s a thing called compatibility in bed. It�s just the way it is. Olina and you don�t seem to have a problem, so keep trying. Haha!

Vincent smiled through it at first.

However, the situation did not improve over time. By the time they entered their fifth year of marriage, he had no choice but to admit it.

He couldn�t have children.

His wife, Olina, didn�t speak of her disappointment. But at times, she would get a lonely expression on her face. And at those times, Vincent couldn�t help but be resentful towards his lower body.

�What kind of rascal is it? It�s like he�s trying to rub salt into the wound!�

Putting his complicated feelings aside, Vincent left the house with his single-edged axe.

�Who is it?! Who�s the one causing all this ruckus, at this time of the night?!�

His shout echoed through the mountains.

There was no response, and Vincent�s expression hardened at that silence.

�Perhaps it�s a trap?�

Most hunters built their houses in the mountains.

This was due to the fact that they would have to check the traps they set at night early in the morning, and it sometimes became necessary for them to spend days in the mountains when they were tracking large animals.

Of course, safety was his responsibility, and there were a lot of bandits looking for vulnerable prey.

On the other hand, it could have been a merchant from another country. However, there was no torch in sight in the dark of the night.

�That rotten�! I�ll cut you to pieces!�

In the worst case scenario, there would be no choice but to shed blood.

He slowly approached the stable the noise was coming from. Then he quickly flung open the door. JrNovels.com