�Cast the spells!�
�No! We can�t see where our allies are because of the fog!�
�We can�t aim the arrows either! Damn it!�
�No, just block that one guy charging toward the door!�

The enemies on top of the wall could not hide their shock as Beacrox ran toward the main gate.
Ron stopped and watched it happened.
He felt as if that was what he should do.

��Ho!�

He then laughed.
Beacrox took out his greatsword. He swung his sword toward the thing blocking his way.

Baaaaang!

Ron watched the white star on the door being destroyed by his son�s sword with a loud explosion.
There was now a hole at the center of the large main gate.

Beacrox pushed the gate to the side with his sword.

Screeeech-

Ron could see the enemies approaching with shock and urgency on their faces once the gate opened.
However, he looked at his son�s face first.

Beacrox had a stiff smile on his face as he pointed past the gate.

�Father, we�re back home.�
���Yes.�

Ron looked at the roof of the central building that had been on fire in the past but seemed to be fine.

�We�re back.�

�Finally.
I�m finally back home.
We are back at our house.
We are back to a place I thought I could never return.�

Ron, whose hair had half turned white in the past fifteen years, stood there with the corners of his lips faintly shaking. He looked toward the enemies running toward them as he spoke to his son.

�Let�s go into our house.�
�Yes, father.�

Ron and Beacrox.
The two of them entered into Arm�s secret base, no, into their lost home. JrNovels.com