Two cold, dagger-like eyes glared at Miranda.
The pressure was so sharp that she flinched, as if she were sitting on needles.
"Father!"
Ethan just stared at her.
For a moment, he did not even know what to say.
The feeling inside his chest was hard to describe. It was anger, fear, relief, and frustration mixed together. How was a person supposed to react when their own children jumped straight into a battlefield like idiots?
Yes, their plan had worked.
Yes, nothing terrible had happened.
But what if it had not?
What if something had gone wrong?
The Wyvern King had been benevolent enough not to attack them. But if it had been an evil bastard instead, this situation could have gone far beyond what anyone could handle.
"I… I'm sorry," Miranda said softly, lowering her head.
"You should cut them some slack," the long black-haired man said calmly.
Ethan snapped his head toward him and snorted. "That's my choice."
"They are my kids, not yours."Ethan glared.
