The family had lunch and talked for over three hours without stopping.
Everyone was curious about Fredrinn's experience so they asked him what he had been through during his time in the northern borders.
Fredrinn answered their questions one by one, but he didn't give them all the information, especially the gruesome details.
After lunch, Fredrinn quietly left the capital with his family.
While carrying his adopted daughter, Avariel, in his arms, Fredrinn looked at the scenery through the carriage window.
He tried to recall the faces of the comrades who died on the battlefield, but the images in his mind were blurry and distorted as if he was unconsciously trying to forget the unbearable memories.
"Papa…" The little girl, Avariel, stood on his lap and hugged his beck. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Fredrinn snapped out of his dazed state when he felt her moist little lips on his face.
