Davis didn't know what to say to the twist of fate he saw in front of him, obviously caused by himself.
Moving around the courtyard of the mansion was none other than a man who possessed sharp brows yet gentle eyes. He wore a common brown shirt and a pant, possessing a tight grip over a sword in his hand as he trained his Sword Arts. However, each of his slashes contained martial might that reached the Martial Sage Stage.
Hearing the sounds that tore apart the air, a white-robed woman came out holding a baby wrapped in a silky cloth in her arms. She appeared a bit exhausted, with her eyes slightly swollen, but everyone who saw her could tell that she was already recovering from the exhaustion of giving birth.
She watched the man's swords arts with a content smile on her face.
"Dear, have you thought of a name yet?"
The man stopped swinging his sword and straightened his body, turning to look at his homely woman with a bright smile on his face.
