"Dad, can this mark be peeled off?" Aiolos, who had finished telling his tragic story, looked at his father with a hopeful face, he had never suffered such a grievance since he was a child.

Although the school is very heavy, I feel good after adapting. And the experience given to him by this mark is very bad, every time he is pulled into the spiritual space, he is hacked to death by that gray-clothed swordsman with a sword, and the feeling of executing on time every day is really uncomfortable.

"This mark is very special. Muria pretended to pull his son's wrist unconsciously, and then translucent materialized spiritual power poured out of his eyebrows, submerging into the mark on his son's wrist.

Rumble———

The familiar feeling of consciousness being forcibly pulled appeared, and Aiolos tensed, and the barren world that had been killed seven times reappeared, but unlike before, this time after he appeared, there was no snow-white sword light covering his vision.

"Father!" Aiolos looked in surprise at his father, who had an elegant temperament and crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose, at this time, his demeanor was no different from that of the outside world sitting on the sofa, but at this time, the book in his hand was gone, but transformed into a long sword.

"Is this what you call the spirit world, it doesn't look bad!" Murria, who had led the creation of the sword sigil, looked around, something he had already experienced before giving it to his son.

"Be careful!" Aylos cried out, for on the other side, the gray-clad swordsman who had become his nightmare had appeared, and waved his sword at his father.

"Is this the kind of thing that slashed you seven times?" Murria smiled at his son's shout, and didn't even turn his head, just handed over the long sword in his hand.

Then, starting from the place where Muria swung his sword, a sword qi appeared, and with the rapid proliferation and expansion, a sword qi storm appeared, and finally, engulfed the gray-clothed swordsman.

"This is just a spiritual imprint left by a swordsman, as long as your swordsmanship is stronger than his, you can easily defeat him! You are killed in seconds every time, and you don't even have a chance to resist, which means that the gap between your sword skills and his. ”

A sword slashed the gray-clothed swordsman on the opposite side, and looked at Aiolos, who was stunned by him, and said with a smile, just as he was laughing, another swordsman in a gorgeous costume appeared out of thin air.

"With this mark you obtained, it seems that more than one swordsman has left a spiritual imprint!" Looking at the swordsman opposite, Muria smiled and slashed with another sword.

...... In the midst of the barren world, Ellos looked at his father with a look of adoration, and the three swords slashed a tall little giant with a heavy sword.

"No. 316!" Aiolos silently counted in his mind, this is the number of swordsman imprints his father has killed since he entered this sigil world.

At the beginning, one sword was killed, and now it takes three swords to kill the opponent, such a stark change made Aiolos realize that there were swordsmen in the future, and their strength was stronger.

And judging from the strength of the first swordsman who can toss him to death today, his father seems to be a strong man with extraordinary skills.

...... "Father, you're so amazing!" Aiolos, who had not been cut off from consciousness for the first time, opened his eyes and looked at his father with an excited expression.

He saw his father imprint the 372nd swordsman and kill it with nine swords, and then the entire barren world began to crumble, so that he pierced the entire imprint world with an invincible force, which made Aioros worship it.

"Of course, I'm your father, can I not be amazing?" Muria raised her head proudly, and looked at Micalia on the side with a speechless expression.

"But...... Why hasn't this mark dissipated yet?" but soon, Aiolos' expression froze in adoration, for he noticed that the sword-shaped mark was still intact on his wrist, but the shimmering luster seemed to dim a little.

"This mark belongs to you, if you want it to dissipate, you probably need to break it through yourself, if I pierce it, it probably doesn't count. Muria said with a smile as she looked at Aiolos, whose face was a little broken.

"Dad, since he can't dissipate on his own, can you help me strip it off?" Aiolos looked at Muria with a wistful expression. His father is so strong, there should be a way to solve his problems!

"Why strip it? This is a good thing for tempering the sword technique, I don't know how many swordsmen can't ask for it, you kid is lucky, you got it in the labyrinth, you have to cherish it." Muria gave her son a strange look, then reprimanded sternly.

"Oh!" Aiolos agreed with a low expression, he had just watched his father kill through the entire imprint world from the sidelines, it was indeed very cool, but if he let him come by himself, when would he be able to be like his father?

You know, just the first place can easily kill him in seconds, he beats this one, and the second, the third...... A total of 372 swordsmen have left their spiritual imprints on this imprint, and it is too difficult to defeat them. And if he can't defeat them, he will be killed, and the thought of this makes Aeolos feel that his future is bleak.

...... Time passed quietly, and soon Aiolos changed from a primary school student to a junior high school student, his life has not changed much, his junior high school studies are slightly heavier than before, but it is still within the tolerance of Aiolos, he can still maintain a full score in all subjects.

However, every time he got a perfect score, there was still a group of guys who were tied for the first place like him, which made Aeolos feel ordinary all the time.

The only thing that made Aeolos feel a little special was that he was punctual every night, and he would be mentally killed once! In fact, Aiolos found that he was used to it, and this kind of death was just a mental illusion anyway, not a real death.

In his life of being killed once a night, Aeolos had not yet discovered that his mental will had been tempered to an almost indestructible level, and that general mind control and charm had no effect on him.

At the same time, in Aeolos's self-assessment, he had more combat experience than his classmates, as he would be transported into the labyrinth every week by the rune sword that he couldn't even throw away, stay for a night, and then teleport back before dawn.

The weekly trip to the labyrinth has made Aeolos familiar with the labyrinth to the point where he knows it well, and he has gone from struggling to survive in an embarrassment at the beginning to now being able to hunt down weak maze monsters.

"Dad, Mom!" the tall boy returned home and called out to his parents, and his attention immediately fell on his mother, or more accurately, on his mother's bulging belly.

"It's been three years, how long will it take for my sister to be born?" said his mother's bulging belly, Aiolos, with a hint of loss and anticipation on his face.

I remember that when I was just in junior high school, my father told him that he would have a sister, but now, he is about to graduate from junior high school, and his sister has not yet been born, which makes Ioros extremely disappointed, and he is very much looking forward to the birth of his sister.

Because it won't be long before he will leave Saint Yan City to go to another city to study in high school, and then he will have to leave home for a long time, and he will never see his sister again.

"Soon, it won't be long before your sister is born, what are you in a hurry!" Murria, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at his son.

"I'm going to high school soon!"

"Oh, I guess your sister won't be born until you're in high school. ”

"Ahh

"Ah what, high school is not without holidays, and when you have a vacation from high school, you can come back to see your sister. ”

"Oh!"

......

"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving!" Aiolos, who had already sorted out all his personal belongings, stood on the door of the room, looked at his parents sitting calmly and calmly in the living room, and said goodbye.

"Well, let's go, I'll hit your magic crystal card on time for your monthly living expenses. Sitting on the sofa, Muria waved his hand impatiently with his back to his son, who was now ready to concentrate on being a daddy.

"Oh!" Aiolos, who did not wait for his sister's birth, left home with regret, got into the magic carriage to the floating ship harbor, and took the floating boat to another big city.

"This kid has finally been raised to the point where he can live independently!" When Aiolos closed the door of his villa, Muria threw down the newspaper in his hand with a relaxed face, and his outfit changed rapidly.

"Well, I found that since you got pregnant, you've paid less and less attention to Aiolos!" Michaelella, who had a big belly, quickly flattened her belly the moment Aiolos left home, and even if she was pregnant three times a year, her body shape would not change like a mortal.

"He's so old, why do you care so much about him? He's not a child, let's go, Micah, let's go back to Siropus to raise the baby, just leave two clones here!"

"Ioros, according to the age of the dragons, he's still just a young dragon!"

"Hatchlings are dragons too!" Muria responded.

"By the way, what are you going to do with our daughter after she is born?

"How can I do that?" Muria's face changed dramatically, "how can girls endure such suffering? When they are born, I will announce to the whole world that I have three lovely daughters! I will hold the greatest banquet for their birth, and they will be the most noble princess in the world!"

"You're too partial!" Micalia was upset for her eldest son, her little daughters had not yet been born, and Muria had already been eccentric to such an extent, if she was born, then her eldest son would be kicked aside by Muria.