A separated house in Lombardy's mansion.
The new home of Viese and Belsach was especially quieter than anywhere else in the mansion.
"Let's take a look, Belsach."
Seral, who neatly buttoned up the newly tailored Belsach's hunting suit, stood up her son in front of the mirror.
"Yes, that's very nice."
Brown hair and brown eyes.
Although he resembles his father, Viese, Seral thought that Belsach's inner self looked like her.
"Belsach."
"Yes, Mother."
"You're a strong man. Right?"
Belsach did not answer.
It was because he knew what Seral meant.
He's not a weak man like his father. Right?
Seral was saying that.
His father was born as the eldest but is on the verge of losing Lombardy's name outside the eyes of his grandfather.
Nevertheless, a father who lives drunk every day in self-pity without thinking of fighting.
Belsach seemed to be upset when he recalled the pathetic figure.
Seral quietly stroked Belsach's frowning shoulder.
"Yes, you are my son."
Seral, who said so, turned around and opened the drawer.
What came out of it was a box carved of wood.
Click
With a little noise, the box opened in Seral's hand.
"This is..."
What emerged was a sharp dagger placed on a black cloth.
"It's a gift, Belsach."
He had been hunting with Astana from a young age, so Belsach had a lot of it if it were a hunting dagger.
However, the dagger Seral handed over was so expensive that even such Belsach could recognize it at a glance.
Seral pulled out the dagger with a careful touch and handed it to Belsach.
"Take it."
Belsach gulped and accepted the dagger.
"Do you know the meaning of why I am giving you a dagger?"
Belsach did not answer.
He just looked down at the dagger with complex eyes.
"This hunting competition is very different from what you've experienced, Belsach. It's called the entrance, but the Forest of Madman is a very dangerous place."
Belsach raised an eyebrow.
The annual Lombardy hunt was originally a fox or deer hunt at best.
It was awkward that it suddenly turned into such a dangerous thing.
At that moment, Seral grabbed Belsach's arm hard.
It was an unimaginably strong touch from a thin finger.
"Mother?"
Seral said to Belsach, who opened his eyes wide because he couldn't understand it.
"I mean, as much as it is dangerous, there may be opportunities for you. Do you understand, Belsach?"
