Chapter 83: The Father-Son Talk

There were many things which I could have forgiven. The fact that I was locked in my dungeon as my son was fighting for his life was not one of them!

Pan was… Pan was perfectly lovable! He wasn't evil! He wasn't mean! My eldest had two hands and ten fingers! I was sure that there was nothing wrong with his toes, either!

How had I managed to create something this perfect not once, but three times?

"Dad?" Mordred was looking at me with a faraway look. What? Did he think that I thought that he wasn't perfect?

"Look here, kid," I had Aron. His brother needed him! Him, the big, strong, Boliarin! "I love all three of you equally. But your older brother Pan…"

I sighed. The boy had taken after me. Weak… but ready to take hearts!

"Needs you!" I told Mordred with a straight face, showing him a screen where Pan was looking at a system screen with a sheet of paper and a pen in his hand. "He is like a lamb! Like your drake father!"