"Corize, my son. As the eldest son, you are the next heir to Duke Norius, so you must make your strength withstand this burden now. Come on. I want to consider your previous training and see how you have improved."

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"What's wrong?"

"It's my father"

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"Is this the useless thing you learned to gun technique? Using the 'Demon Soul Strike' in your hands is simply an insult. It's a pity that your mother brought this set of gun techniques to me, but now you can't even hold such a wooden gun?"

"I...My...My...My...Ho...Ho..."

"Dude, young master...his heart seems to be almost unable to bear it... Let's rest today, okay?"

"No, the next heir to the Goodsey family, the child named Dai Lao is only six years old this year. But they have already started practicing swords, and everyone says he is a genius. But what about you? You are ten years old this year and now you are lying on the ground and can't even stand up?"

"Woo...woo...woo......"

"Preparing it for me? You, a thing without perseverance, will stand up and hold your heart here. Why not get up and continue practicing for me, even if your heart bursts, you will stand up and continue practicing for you, waste."

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"Does brother... hurt..."

"Haha, it doesn't hurt... Compared to the heart, this little injury is nothing."

"Brother... why are our health so poor? Why does my father say that we are...wrong?"

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"It doesn't hurt, brother."

"Remember to take medicine, do you know?"

"Well...brother, actually, I have been praying to the angels since yesterday."

"Oh? What are you praying?"

"Yesterday, Sister Maria came to tell me that we were probably not even fifteen years old, right? If that's the case, then I'll give my heart to my brother, so that my brother can live beyond thirty years old, right?"

"What are you talking about? How can An be this?"

"Yes, brother. Because... because my father always says... we are waste... An seems to be a waste, but brother... his status at home is very important... he cannot... he cannot be a waste... If the angel can hear my prayers... maybe..."

"I don't want me, but I don't want such a cruel angel to help."

"But brother..."

"An, listen. You are my sister and I am your brother. Even if you give your strength, I will protect you. If you want to live well, you must not lose to heart disease. Did you hear that?"

"Well...well, I get it, brother."

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"Waste...waste waste - how could I give birth to such a waste? You garbage, waste, a pig that eats nothing."

"Ha...ha...ha...woo...woo--"

"Why, my heart hurts again? It hurts after practicing for a few minutes. It hurts after practicing for a few minutes. It is simply a shame for our family. I am simply ashamed of you."

“Woo woo…………”

"No one is allowed to come forward to help him this waste... The more I look at him, the more I hate it. Today, in front of His Majesty, that guy, Goods, actually showed off his son in front of His Majesty. But what about me? Why did I give birth to such a waste? At that time, I thought her mother brought me the most beautiful treasure in the world. But now I know that the dirty and incomplete woman brought the curse into my home and defiled the noble blood of our Norrius family."

“Woo…………”
Chapter completed!