Since Ophelia disliked Edda, every time a situation like this came up, Kim Seon-Hyeok couldn’t help but break out in cold sweat. 

“Father! Father!”

Just as Ophelia was opening her mouth to say something, Victorius screamed as he ran into his father’s arms. Because of that, Ophelia sighed before closing her mouth.

No other son could be as filial and devoted as Victorius. 

If he hadn’t opened his mouth right then, Kim Seon-Hyeok would’ve been in trouble for a long time. 

“Let’s see how big Victor got!”

Having escaped the crisis from the unexpected help(?), Kim Seon-Hyeok lifted the child up high.

“Ooh, so heavy. My Victor’s grew up again.”

He wasn’t saying empty words.

Victor really was growing day by day. He was only three years old, but he was growing too quickly. There was no need to talk about how he was taller than a normal six-year-old and that he was speaking as fluently as an adult that it was difficult to say that he was simply an outstanding child. 

At first, Kim Seon-Hyeok thought it was because he had inherited the Adenstein bloodline with the curse of short-life engraved into the blood. But that wasn’t it. Even Ophelia had been equally perplexed by the rapid growth of her child.

In the end, there was only one reason left.

The dragon blood...