His older brother pressed his shoulder, squinted his eyes, and smiled, "If you resent yourself so much, wouldn't it make the two of us seem useless?"
"We never wanted you to carry such thoughts for the rest of your life!"
On the other side, his father laughed heartily and nodded, expressing his feelings: "I hope you can grow up healthy and become a real man, a blacksmith better than me!"
Cyril stood there dumbfounded; he thought he had long forgotten those words from his father.
But hearing them again, they felt incredibly familiar.
Beside his ear, his brother whispered softly:
"Unlike Father, I hope you don't have to be a blacksmith, that you don't have to stay by the forge like me all day, and can do what you want to do."
"Like, what was it... oh right, become a Paladin that you've always talked about?"
"And now it seems our wish has halfway come true? Hahaha!"
