Dear Daddy: Are you okay to return to the Lord's Paradise?

Dad, Otta will never see your stubble face again, and I can't understand the feeling of holding me in my arms and pinching my face, and until now, I don't want to believe that all this is true, you left me and my mother forever, and went to the other end of the world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't want to believe it, but I know that all this has happened, and I can only wish my father a happy day in God's paradise.

And I, on the other hand, will follow in your footsteps, as you once said to me, take up arms and fight bravely, when the sharp spear pierces the orc's body, I will see the light of the sky, it will dispel the darkness before us, and guide us on.

Dad, you once said that Ota is a man, and a man can only shed blood and not tears, and you also said that your son Ota will become a real warrior.

Dad, Ota did it, although I was very distressed and wanted to cry very much about your departure, but I held back, I didn't shed a single tear, I turned my grief into anger, and the kobold's blood could not extinguish it.

I also slain an orc witch, it was so powerful that I thought I would die at its hands, but I was fortunate enough to be preoccupied by your teachings, and I was not distracted by fear, so I seized the fleeting opportunity and killed it.

Dad, the villagers now call me 'Young Warrior', and some girls always like to talk to me, Dad, you didn't expect it, Ota is very popular now, even Uncle Leo always praises me.

But it's a pity that Uncle Mondello's left hand is disabled and he can no longer use his shield. Fortunately, he didn't have to go to the battlefield in the future, and he heard that Xiluo Village would set up a demon training camp, and he also informed me to join the training camp to train together, and at the same time let me be the captain of the reserve team to train the children of Oka Village and Xiluo Village.

Dad, although there are only children in the reserves, I am glad to accept this position, because then I can join Uncle Aina's demon slaying team and be one of them.

Speaking of Uncle Aina, Daddy, I have a secret I want to tell you, it makes me distressed and worried, but its power and many secrets, it shocks me.

Before dying, the witch used a mysterious sacrifice method to get its soul into my body, and I was able to overcome it. I may have found the answer in the words that you and Uncle Aina often say, and it may have been a strong faith and fearless courage that helped me to overcome it.

Later it became a very small skeleton, previously black, but now white, and although I could not see it, I could feel its presence, because I got a lot of abilities and memories from it that did not belong to me.

In my memory, there is a way to make and use magic bead weapons, and I can also use magic bead weapons, use the talisman mask and several other abilities that only orcs and witches have, and can also treat seriously injured people, but this ability is so mentally draining that I fainted.

Dad, it is this ability that I have saved Uncle Aina, otherwise he would have fallen asleep until his body dried up and died.

Obviously, none of these abilities can be possessed by a human race, so Dad, I am distressed. I'm worried that one day, I will inadvertently use what people will think of me, whether they will treat me like a monster, and my mother, uncle, aunt Yuna, and cousin Ellie, will they alienate me, avoid me, or even fear me, I don't want to see this happen, so Dad, I can only talk to you about my troubles.

Ota leaned down on the table, the quill in his hand paused, and he bit lightly, calming down his emotions and continuing to write.

Dad, there is still a picture, or map, in my memory, which is the first thing the witch saw after he became wise, and it remembers it very clearly because of the shock.

It was a red mountain, far away from it, the mountain was very high, the whole mountain was emitting black smoke, and from the peak was red magma, I was sure it was a volcano.

But I didn't know exactly where, I stole a look at the map that Uncle Aina hung on the wall, and found nothing, I thought it must be a place farther away than the Beast Mountain, maybe that's why it became a black-robed witch. By the way, Dad, Uncle Mondello secretly told me that I killed a black-robed witch, a more powerful existence than ordinary witches, but he wouldn't let me tell anyone else, so I can only tell you one person.

Orta took out a grape-sized black orb from his backpack and put it in his diary, looked at it and saw that it was already covered with fine cracks, shook his head and put it aside, and continued to write.

Dad, the black-robed witch's orb is completely shattered, and I can't feel any power in it, in its memory, I know that it can use a method to absorb this power, which can make its orb grow stronger, and after a certain extent, it will get other abilities, but it is very dangerous to do so, and if you don't control it well, it is easy to hurt yourself.

I also know the purpose of its invasion, it needs to extract an essence from a lot of pure blood, and then sacrifice to the demon spirit. I don't know what kind of monster it was, and it doesn't have any memories of what it looks like, but the name is ingrained in its memory, and it has been with it since it had wisdom, and there has never been any idea of detachment or rebellion, maybe it was this demon who created it.

The place of sacrifice is under the red volcano filled with lava, and because the witches believe that the blood of the orcs is dirty, they will wage war to collect the blood before each sacrifice, and at the same time let the orcs under its command fill their bellies to survive the winter.

Daddy, you know, in the eyes of their witches, we humans are just prey in captivity, they see us as slaves, they breed cattle and sheep for them, and then they can keep stealing them.

So, Dad, you're right, we should take up arms and fight them, protect the city-state, protect our families and villagers, and create a peaceful world for our human offspring.

I am determined to follow in your footsteps and continue on this dangerous and death-ridden road, and Dad, you are the beacon in front of me and the light on the road of my life. Under your guidance I will continue to move forward, and with firm faith and fearless courage, I will let the sword in my hand drink their blood, and let the glory of knights shine on every inch of the earth.

Daddy, you will be proud of me, and I am sure that I will be able to do it, for I am Ota, the son of a great demon shercer, and I am your glory.

Dad, I love you---- Horta.