The battlefield was chaotic because of the poisonous fog.
There were not many people who could catch the two people stealthily running forward through that fog.

�There are not many strong individuals.�

He could not feel any strong individuals as the Dragon half-blood mentioned.

�The secret base at the former Molan residence has more mid-level administrators and low-level staff than any highest-level individuals as it is a place that stealthily gathers information about the continent and shared commissions.�

The corners of Beacrox�s lips twisted up.
He had not felt anything when he had heard the Dragon half-blood say, �the former Molan residence.� However, he now found those words to be annoying as he was returning to the Molan residence.

�The former� Molan residence.
He couldn�t let that happen.

Beacrox could hear his father�s voice as well.
It almost sounded like a sigh.

��Finally.�

Beacrox looked forward after hearing his father�s subconscious comment.
They had followed the path through the fog and had arrived at the gate.
The sturdy wooden door that should have had the Molan crest on it now had a White Star on it instead.

Ron who had only looked forward as he ran felt suffocated as he looked at that door.

Could he go back?
He had thought countless times about getting revenge but for some odd reason, he had never thought that he could return to this place.
He had never even dreamt of it.

However, he was back.
He would be at the Molan family residence in just a few more steps.

This was the place Ron was born.
This was the place he lived in with his father, mother, grandmother, grandfather, cousins, uncles, and aunts, as well as many friends.
This was where he lived with his wife and where his son was born.

Ron�s expression slowly stiffened.
He moved one foot to keep moving.
It was at that moment.

Tatap.

Ron saw someone running past him.
It was his son.

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