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Verus lost his mind after being hit back and forth, but Veronica didn’t care and grabbed the back of his neck.
She started to drag him like she was moving a sack of wheat.
Vernus, who had nothing to fear in the world, actually had a natural enemy. It was his mother Veronica, whom his appearance and background were all meaningless against.
Magic skills that had reached the 4th circle?
The physical ability at the level of an intermediate warrior?
His mother was too strong for him to believe in that. He learned in history class that she reduced an army to ashes when double digit masters clashed during the war. There was no magician who could face her other than his father.
Puberty, which came around one year ago, was a difficult time for him, but he was able to deal with it after seeing a castle during a family trip that was said to have collapsed due to his mother’s fist. His life was more important than any meaningless rebellion.
‘...From now on, I have to choose my words well.’
Verus opened his eyes while being dragged and spoke carefully, “Excuse me, Mom?”
“What is it?”
His complexion brightened at Veronica’s sullen answer. If she was really angry then she wouldn’t have answered him.
“The back of my neck keeps chafing which hurts a bit.”
“So?”
“Can’t I walk on my own feet from here?”
His...
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