Joshua Sulliven looked down at the little drag, his expression dark.
Is this Max Sully's seed?
If his child were still around, shouldn't he be taller and sturdier, and always chasing after his dad, calling out to him?
A big and a small one stood in the center of the venue, one looking up with an expression of indifference, the other looking down with a somber face, as if they were a glance back from a thousand years later.
They looked at each other for a while, and Joshua Sulliven's eyebrow slightly furrowed. What's with this brat? How come he can hold eye contact with him for so long...
Usually, it wasn't just children, even adults would tremble after a sweep of his gaze, but this little drag in front of him had been looking at him for so long without any reaction. Could it be that he looked too much like a good person today?
