Common Sense of a Warrior

"... Your Highness?

Galijah asked Nguyen, who was obsessed with looking back on the old days and did not return the words.

To that word, Non returns to me.

"Excuse me. Well, just think about it. … why she wants strength……? Same as Noon."

"Same, is it?

"Oh. They take precious things at will and curse their own lack of power. At its end, I'm ready."

"... I mean, you think vengeance is a wish? And yet, did the general teach her?

"I told you. Same."

With that said, we both got a look as if we were looking at something painful.

"... well, more than that, I must find her talented and worthless."

I tried to brighten it up so as to blow away the heavier air.

When they did so, they were visibly ho relieved.

"Take a good look at that kid. And lead him if you can. Nong doesn't deserve it. Of course, I don't care."

"... awed"

Copy that, sir.

The two return words of acceptance to a different tone.

"I apologize for staying so long. We apologize for this."

And they walked out of the room.

Non leaves the room to head to the training ground after dropping off their backs.

Near the training ground, I saw Parks and stopped.

At the end of Parks' gaze, Merlis is training.

He looks like he smiled at it, watching it with gentle eyes.

Parks also had more than one head out of his generation because he was trained by Non.

That's not a parental blindness or anything, it's a pure fact.

Still, it doesn't extend to Merlis.

Parks himself would know better than to say no.

Though he accepted the reality lightly, and now he leaned his inner neck towards the appearance of watching gently.

"... don't you regret it"

Therefore, Non asks Parks, who seems to follow.

Parks was looking up at Kyoton and Noon, not to mention saying it was an unexpected inquiry.

"Not at all.... I am a member of the Marquis Anderson family and your son. I understand my own limitations."

That's what I said. He's got a crisp grin.

"Limits, etc.... such things, shouldn't I break them"

"Father. It is foolish indeed to set limits from the beginning and give up. But isn't it also necessary to measure your own power correctly?... I guess I and I originally stood in different places. I'll tell you something big about that, but I never think I can beat the adults my father is training for. But only the vision of catching up with me...... doesn't look like me at all. It's true that when you see a true genius, you think it's ridiculous to be jealous."

Noon roared in his heart at the appearance of his son, who told him lightly and calmly.

Right, my son was telling the truth with his son.

Bravery and recklessness are different.

You are asked to identify your own power and sometimes pull it off.

Calm down everywhere, even with a breakthrough, children are the only thing to say.

When my son had a funny talent, he rolled.

As he himself put it, Parks is never weak either.

Not to mention a good battle with the belly men of Non, like Merlis, but at a level where Non might be able to name the shallow of the sun among the faces he is working out.

The longer you are, the more eager you will be to be a warlord in the corner.

... but the idea that Parks' true talent may be elsewhere is overwhelming.

Compared to Non and her daughter, her obsession with struggle and pure martial arts is thin.

Instead...... no, so he calmly analyzes his power everywhere.

I thought that was the talent of a staff member who commands on the battlefield.

"... hey Parks. Why don't you learn the drill?

That's all I could think of, and without any concern, Nan approached Parks that way.

"Is it good!?

Parks' face shines in the words of Non.

That's all I deserve for the year. That made me laugh inside.

"Actually, I was thinking about going to see your father soon. I was more interested when I heard about the National Army visiting my father."

"Oh well. Then I'll give them a medical examination. If I decide, I'll tell you again."

"Regards"

"Oh, okay"

Stroking that head of Parks with his head down, Noon walks out to the training ground again.

... interesting then.

I entrust the front line to my daughter, and my son assumes the role of staff officer in the rear.

Non sums up the whole thing as a general.

It's just a dream story.

A formation that could never happen because my daughter is a woman.

When I think of that idea, though, I can't help but be excited.

"... do you want to train?"

I whine so I can calm it down.

The escort guys who happened to be holding back on the side saw Noh's words and expression and went two or three steps back... well, good.

Now while you're drunk on this dream, let's have some fun.