��It�s his house.�

Ron and Beacrox were returning to the place they were born and raised for the first time in almost twenty years.
Cale decided to quietly watch their return.
His gaze slowly followed the fog that had continued to spread until it was almost touching the third boundary.

The people running inside that fog were only looking forward as well.
Beacrox looked at his father�s back.

�Aaaah!�

Blood splattered and fell to the ground along with the scream.
Blood dripped from Ron�s dagger. His father didn�t even give a second glance at the blood as he moved forward.

It was the same as that time.

It was the same as the day they had to run.

His father had only looked forward as he ran that day without paying attention to anything around him.
He didn�t see the family flags burning and ripping behind him. He didn�t see the buildings burning and crumbling.
Even with the cold corpses of their family members surrounding them�

His father had only run forward.
Beacrox who had followed behind him knew too well the reason for his father�s actions.

�He needed to save me.�

Ron needed to at least save Beacrox after promising his dying wife.

That was why his father had run forward without looking around.

Beacrox focused on his father�s back as he ran forward without looking around once again. Unlike last time, he could now see over his father�s shoulders even while running behind him, but for some odd reason, he could not take his eyes off his father�s back that had gotten much smaller than last time.

His father who had been the patriarch of the Molan household had done all sorts of jobs at the Western continent and even ended up becoming a servant.
However, the young Beacrox knew that his father went outside every night and followed him one day to see him cleaning his dagger.

Naturally, Beacrox had been noticed by his father.
Even now, Beacrox was not strong enough to hide his presence from his father. His father had said the following once they had made eye contact.

�Go in and sleep. You�ll be just as tired tomorrow as you were today.�

Beacrox had been suffering quite a bit doing all sorts of tasks in the kitchen as he had just started learning about working in the kitchen. Each and every day had been tiring and difficult.
However, he had an odd feeling that the, �tired,� that his father mentioned was not talking about working in the Henituse household.

He thought that he could finally understand what his father was talking about when he mentioned being tired.

�I�m not tired at all today.�

Beacrox had not been able to sleep properly the past few days but he was not tired at all. His body was heavy but his heart was beating wilder than ever before. JrNovels.com