My father refrained me from killing that bastard Ruler. I was desperate to kill that man in front of me, who was responsible for the death of my mother. But my father was calm like water, I could not feel neither a single bit of grief nor a single bit of grief. His face was turned into an expressionless stone sculpture. I could not bring myself to utter a single word in front of him at that moment. I could not believe myself that my father, who loved my mother more than anyone else in this whole world, had no feeling of her death. I could only let go of that axe and bow my head down shamelessly while weeping with holding my mother's cut off head sitting on my knees.
'Son, let's return to our home. There is nothing to do here anymore. But there is a mountain of work left in our house. Stand up and let's go.'
