"That bastard Nox. I want you to wring his neck if you manage to get the chance to do so." Ashtar grunted in response, but did not look at Vander.
"...What?" Vander paused in surprise. He had not expected that.
"That shitface, Nox. If I see him myself, I will put a curse mark on his heart. And I will make sure he suffers in the worst possible way!" Ashtar continued to speak.
Of course, he did not mean all of this, but was only ranting to contain his anger. Vander quickly realized this and simply kept quiet to wait until his father got over his momentary outburst.
After a few more spiteful words, Ashtar finally calmed down for the moment. He sighed and turned around to look at Vander and his other children that nearly reached twenty in number. A small part of him still felt that it was not enough.
