Oliver let out a small sigh as he watched his son run instead of facing Gabriel's daughter. He reflected for a moment, letting out a slight gesture of frustration. Indeed, his son resembled him a lot, and he also recalled his older son in his attitude. After pondering it again, he shrugged. "At least he has already killed one," he thought to himself.
However, his green eyes never stopped following his son's movements as he finished off the mage boy. It was a quick, precise, and lethal move. Oliver felt satisfied, pleased with his son's progress. Despite the shared lazy nature between him and his two sons, none of them had neglected their training. This was in contrast to his wife and daughter, who were completely opposite in every aspect, for example, his daughter always trained and similarly studied and engaged in many more activities.
