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I slapped Charon on the back of the head.
He toppled forward with a yelp, then muttered, "Why are you hitting me all of a sudden?"
"Just because," I spat.
"Just because? N-no. This must have some hidden meaning in this too. Let me think about it," he muttered.
I shook my head.
Had I pushed him too hard over the past two days? It seemed like he'd gone a little mad.
Ignoring the bewildered stares of the hero disciples, I replayed the events of the last couple of days. There wasn't much to recall—teaching, offering advice, and beating him up.
Honestly, I didn't enjoy teaching others and never thought I had a knack for it, either. My face reddened at the thought of me lecturing or advising someone.
I knew teaching wasn't anything grand, but words held weight. When I comforted Mir, only for her to die in the end, I realized that even well-meaning words couldn't always guarantee a good outcome.
However, did this mean it was wrong to encourage and cheer for others?
If I feared my words would have an impact, I'd be mute for the rest of my life.
I was selfish and lacked the confidence to live like that. So, I decided to approach everything with the right mindset.
I also treated Charon with a balanced approach, teaching and advising him in moderation, beat— No, I went a little overboard with the beatings.
Still, it seemed to have sparked something in him.
No, wait a minute.
Back then, I ended up acknowledging Bai...
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