"Ephigal... my brother, I've reached my limit. From now on, you're on your own. The mission to revive our Barolin family and our entire race now falls to you. This hard-earned chance at the trial... you must seize it."
"But... but I don't even like that girl..."
Ephigal hung his head in conflict as he watched the gray-haired man sitting on the bed, coughing incessantly, looking somewhat deranged and weak.
His reaction instantly angered the gray-haired man. Ignoring his physical pain, he lunged forward in a rage, grabbing Ephigal's shoulders and scolding him harshly.
