"Really?" Ray raised an eyebrow while looking at Isabella.
"Oh, mother, what are you talking about? I never fight," Isabella said with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Really? What about that time when you broke that kid's teeth?" Freya retorted.
"That time, the guy was too annoying; he bullied one of my classmates."
"But…"
"No buts, Freya." Ray patted her on the shoulder. "She has grown to be a strong warrior, and I am proud of her. Remember, if you face even an iota of danger, I will always be there to provide strength for you."
"Father, you are the best." Isabella hugged him with a smile on her face.
"Of course, I am the best," Ray laughed, tilting his head to the ceiling.
He never wanted to see his descendants suffer like he had, but at the same time, he didn't want them to become a waste of space—only good for show and completely incompetent.
