�Wizard.�

Wizard�s mother cried.

�Stop it now.�please.�I know my child has talent.�but����What does it mean if you have succeeded in doing this?�

�A talent?�

Sirone was the first to speak.

�Does that child look like he is taking all the pain right now because he has talent?�If you think so, you are committing great disrespect to the Wizard.�

�Ha, but���

�Yes, Wizards are geniuses.�Maybe there is such a thing as talent.�But mother.�

Sirone looked back at her.

�There is no talent in this world to do something well without effort.�

With a force different from yesterday, Mom shut her mouth.

�Humans are all the same.�Would a genius hurt less when pricked with a needle?�no.�It�s just a difference in how we understand the pain and how we digest it.�Are you seeing the wizard�s talent?�I am the opposite.�All I can see is a seven-year-old trying to reach the current level���

Sirone turned her gaze to the Wizard.

�It�s just the amount and size of the pain I had to digest from inside my mother�s stomach.�

How much the fetus must have cried to sort out those ridiculous feelings.

�My daughter���

Mom cried.

�You said you were a farmer.�

Said Sirone, feeling apologetic.

�I don�t know, but farmers say they remove rotten rice seeds in advance.�However, that feeling won�t be good.�Raising huge creatures sometimes has to be brutal.�

Dad�s eyes changed.

�You can�t make us understand our world.�Just as no one else knows exactly what the farmer�s world is like, neither do we.�But within that, we dream and compete.�For us, that is the only real world.�

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Everyone was like that.

�Wizards want to be the best.�It�s not because of her talent, but the sheer amount of pain she�s endured doesn�t allow her where she is now.�That is why she threw everything the moment she met me.�

Sirone begged.

�Leave it to me.�I will quit when I find the Wizard really intolerable.�

�But even now I am possessed with blood like that���

�You stay still.�

The husband who dried up his wife said to Sirone. JrNovels.com