"Of course not, your father left us with a lot of backup plans and told us to strengthen the army more than once, because of him we have a force that can protect us no matter who the enemy is! we will be safe, don't worry.. we will be safe...." Mila leaned a little and patted the boy's hair gently.
"Hmph! Richard is old enough now as you started bringing him to attend such high-level meetings, no need to treat him like a child," one of the older saints in the room spoke up and looked at the boy, "Listen, kid, we are in deep shit! if your father had stayed with us he might have come up with something to help in this messed-up situation, but Where is he now when we need him the most? He ran away!"
The boy who seemed to be ten years old, Richard, clenched his hand tightly and looked down, finding nothing to say in defense of his father he had never seen...
