‘My future son.’

‘My son who will be born someday.’

‘My son… I waited for a long time.’

Many similar voices rang inside his head like echoes.

‘My son.’

Soon, all the voices merged, tuning into one comfortable and warm voice.

‘Please take care of him.’ 

“Ugh!” Kronos woke up, gasping. He looked around to find himself in a dark living room surrounded by crumpled beer cans. “I guess I let my guard down.”

Then, he saw Choi Leah asleep on his lap. He wondered out loud, “Does she trust me this much? Or is she just naturally indifferent to danger?”

She was a powerful player, but that didn’t mean she should sleep soundly with a complete stranger.

“She isn’t waking up,” Kronos muttered, surprised that his considerably loud speech hadn’t woken her up.

“Hmm.” Kronos contemplated for a moment. “My legs are falling asleep.”

This weakness was new to him. Being the son of a ruler, he hadn’t been this weak even as a baby. Somehow, it felt refreshing; he enjoyed it.

Closing his eyes, Kronos thought calmly, ...