203 Disciple Thief

What would a parent feel seeing a child they had raised like a treasure tucked into another acquaintance's arms? Especially if the parent hadn't even entrusted the child to that acquaintance, and the child had simply run away from home and declared, 'I'm going to live here!'?

What parent in the world could laugh that off with, "Heh heh, please raise them for me"?

“......Haa.”

Of course, to Ian, the notebook wasn't worth that much. It wasn't cheap, but compared with a child he had personally brought into the world, it was lacking in many ways.

The only thing that bothered him a little was the 400 million won, not any attachment to the notebook itself like he had with his grimoires. They hadn't spent nearly enough time together for that.

So even after confirming the notebook's existence, he didn't just flatten Amelia and take it back by force.

Instead, he pulled over a nearby chair and sat beside Eric's bed.

“How's your body holding up?”

“Not bad. But not good either.”

Eric answered Ian's question. After chewing noisily on a slice of apple Amelia had cut for him, he wiped the juice from his beard...