HEALING IN THE AFTERMATH

"With that, the match has ended, and the boy has won." The knight's deep voice cut through the tense air as he approached Uncle Philip with measured steps, his armor clinking softly with each stride. His expression was stern, betraying no emotion as he closed the distance between them.

"Now, it's time for me to fulfill my role." The knight's voice was calm but authoritative, each word weighed with responsibility. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, more out of habit than threat, as he addressed Philip directly.

"Philip, I received a report from the neighborhood that you've been abusing your family. Now, I catch you in the act, raising your hand against a young boy." He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "Even though he won, I don't know if that would still be the outcome if I hadn't arrived."