chapter seven

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Dhargham's training and his cruelty towards his children increased day after day, and there was no exception between a boy or a girl, big or small. But Gian never liked carrying a sword or using magic. Gian could not get over what happened from his father during his training, no matter how hard he tried, the training would end with a serious injury or a harsh punishment from his father.. Gian wished that his mother would come back again, as the disappointment and weakness after his father afflicted him after her death and his brothers' efforts to treat him quickly never left his imagination.. Gian was angry with his father's actions as Gian was, but he showed his anger in different ways. Gian did not run away from training, but rather poured all his anger into it, facing Dhargham with all courage, even if he knew that he would lose in the end. Gian was fighting a violent training battle with Dhargham. He suffered from injuries, but he did not stop fighting. Whenever he fell, he got up again, determined to prove himself. The newborn's condition was not much different from his brothers. When he was born, a wet nurse was brought from a small village called Ora. However, he was a weak newborn. Not two days passed without his temperature rising. Fiora usually helped him lower his temperature, and he soon improved until it rose again. Dhargham, who had lost sleep since the day Lunar died, was sitting near his room listening to the sound of his constant crying. One night, Dhargham entered the little boy's room and started looking at his little boy and talking to him.. Oh little boy, how do you look so beautiful.. These eyes that I inherited from my beloved.. They kill me.. Dhargham sighs and touches his little boy's hair with his huge fingers gently, who calmed down from crying and smiled a little.. Dhargham could not bear this cute smile, so he carried his child in his arms. Dhargham was not that emotional. He felt weak.. and started repeating to himself "This feeling is nothing but weakness. These words are nothing but weakness.. and weakness is f*******n Dhargham.. Weakness should not creep up on you.. These tears are nothing but weakness.. Weakness should not creep up on you.. Weakness is death. He looks into space with determination, a sharp look that does not soften again when he looks at his smiling little boy.. Several days pass and Dhargham gets closer and closer to his newborn little boy without caring about others.. But despite that, we find that the little boy's condition is getting worse, so he decides Dhargham said that if his condition did not improve, he would take him to the nearest village to see a doctor.. The condition of the newborn was getting worse day by day, even with the care of Fiora and the wet nurse Aura. Dhargham, who had vowed not to show weakness, found himself attached to his little one in a way he had not expected. He would sit at night by the child's bed, listening to his groans and feeling helpless in the face of his ongoing illness.
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