‘Our child is not skilled, but he’s strong.’0

Rafael had just come back from the Jordan River Express, but he was strong.0

He thrust his sword into Thronus' heart, and he was as reliable as Kim Hyun-Sung in his rookie days. He continued unleashing a gray light while spreading his wings. His gray light was fatal to the pigeons, as their source was completely opposite from each other.0

It’d probably consume them from the inside like poison, and Thronus' distorted face proved that I was right.0

“A-Are you—”0

“Die,” I said, cutting him off.0

“Cough… cough…”0

Rafael pulled out his sword, and I noticed Thronus slowly falling apart. He stretched out his hand clumsily, but of course, I wasn’t going to grab it. Instead, I took a step back. As he fell to his side helplessly, I saw Rafael smiling brightly behind him.4

“Hyung,” Rafael said.0

‘Oh my. Our gray light warrior is here. You’re so trustworthy. This is what you should be doing.’0

“Hyung,” he called out again.0

Our holy sword warrior looked as if he was feeling a sense of accomplishment. He...0