For Soren, the day had been a little rough.
Something had gone wrong with the business, and his boss had torn him apart over it, leaving him deeply unhappy. It clearly hadn't been his fault, yet he had been made to take responsibility. No matter how he looked at it, that wasn't fair.
But there was nothing he could do. That was how business worked. So he trudged home, racking his brains for a way to deal with the mistake.
"Hahahahaha!" When Soren opened the front door, the first thing he heard was his son's uninhibited laughter. That surprised him. He rarely heard his son laugh so happily. Had something good happened to the boy at school today?
At that thought, Soren pulled himself together and walked into the living room, where he found his son rolling around on the sofa, laughing without a shred of dignity.
"Hey, kid, what's up? What has you laughing so hard? Did something good happen?"
Soren addressed his son while looking at the magazine in his hands. It was Imperial Comics.
"Oh, Dad."
Hearing Soren's voice, his son wiped away tears of laughter and held up the magazine.
"Sir Li Wei published a new comic. It's hilarious!"
"Oh? A new comic by Sir Li Wei?"
His son's words piqued Soren's interest. He walked over and took Imperial Comics from him.
In this era, the notion that "comics are just for children" had yet to emerge. Everyone regarded them as a new art form. Even people in the art world whose interests had been affected didn't dare criticize them too harshly.
After all, these were the works of Li Wei, an Imperial Count. Calling them childish drawings meant only for little children would be tantamount to criticizing Li Wei himself, wouldn't it?
Besides, even the