He Had Been Able To Kill A Dragon With A Single Swing Of His Sword

The numbness was wearing off. Mag could feel his strength as he stepped on the ground, which lightened his mood.

I'm not a cripple anymore! I may not be very strong, but I'm strong enough to be a good father now.

"I'll be more productive. I think I should hire another waitress after all," Mag said to himself as he walked.

He passed by Mobai's forge all the time, but not once had he stepped in.

His forge was as large as Mag's house. In fact, all the houses in the Aden Square were pretty much the same in size; they had been built at the same time. Some large shops were using two or more houses.

Mobai's house was built of black square stones, newly repaired from the look of it. The walls were rough—as expected of the tough owner.