Sirone looked back at her.
�Wizard is a brilliant kid.�A normal seven-year-old will cry when his arm is broken, but he won�t hold back.�That means you already understand the pain in your head.�
When her husband, who had been looking after her daughter�s condition, arrived late, the mother shed tears.
�What are you talking about?�What the hell is it to understand pain?�Wizards are not crazy children.�I was too scared to even cry.�
Dad also helped.
�Stop it now.�I can�t stand it either.�Why should my daughter be treated like that?�Is it because we are farmers who have neither learned nor possessed?�
�It is rather the opposite.�
Sirone�s voice rose slightly.
�Because it�s great.�I do it because I can.�What the Wizard is learning now is the knowledge of the blood and sweat of countless talents that she could never have achieved alone.�She benefited from that and progressed at her door, in a situation where humanity was at risk, and of course she too���
that you have to sacrifice yourself.
�Really?�
Sirone couldn�t help but exhale.
�Being a lovely daughter, a beautiful lady, meeting a good person, loving her, and living a happy life���
Is it more important than world-changing innovations?
�����sorry.�
After bowing her head and apologizing to her parents, Shirone turned around and left the training ground.
�Today we will end here.�
While no one saw Sirone off, the wizard who finished the treatment approached.
�mom and dad.�what�s the matter?�
�Wizard!�
Mother shed tears as she caressed the arm of the wizard who was wearing a splint.
�Are you in a lot of pain?�How hard could it have been?�
�Where has my brother gone?�Are you done training?�
�Okay, it�s over.�Her mom told me not to.�I will never entrust you to someone like that again.�
�Hmm.�
The wizard stared at the back of Shirone, who was shabbyly moving away.
�Thank you, Mom.�She said, �cause this time she really almost died.�But I�m really sorry
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Wizard said hesitantly.
�I don�t want you to interrupt me in training from now on.� JrNovels.com