Bullet walked home in a daze.
He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts unreadable.
Late that night.
Douglas Gray, commander of the Garz Forth troops, returned home.
He was surprised to see that the training room outside was dark.
After all, his adopted son was exceptionally disciplined. He should have been training at this hour.
He entered the house, switched on the light, and went over to sit on the sofa.
He thought of his adopted son, who had always been sensible and had brought him enormous benefits.
Gray's expression darkened. Excellence was a good thing, but as he watched Bullet grow stronger and stronger...
An indescribable feeling stirred in Gray's heart. The boy was growing too fast.
His accumulated military achievements were already beginning to mark him as a national hero.
That was intolerable to a ruler still in his prime.
Gray's sense of danger grew stronger. If Bullet kept growing, one day he would threaten Gray's position...
If I have no other choice, I'll have to put that plan into action... Don't blame your father when the time comes, Bullet.
Click!
Gray took out a cigar and lit it. Smoke curled around his inscrutable face, obscuring his features.
Tap, tap, tap, tap...
Footsteps sounded behind him. Gray quickly adjusted his expression, turned to look at Bullet, and grinned.
"What's wrong today, Bullet?"
"You don't look too well."
Bullet looked at his father's face and shook his head.
"I've just been thinking about some things, Father."
He wasn't stupid. For some reason, his father had grown increasingly distant over the past few years, and the affection he had shown Bullet as a child was gone.
That was one of the reasons Bullet had closed off his heart even further. They were father and son, yet