Zendia asked Galak, who was looking at Wayne, the Witch of Pride, who had yet to regain consciousness, "So, this person is my mother?"

When he saw Wayne, who looked much younger than him, Zendia sighed and frowned with a headache.

"Yeah, isn't she pretty? Her personality is crazy, but her face is pretty.” Galak chuckled whether he knew Zendia's feelings or not.

Zendia, with a leg wrapped in a strong aura, kicked his father’s shin.

"Ouch!"

At the sudden surprise attack, Galak grabbed his shin and rolled on the floor. 

Marco, who was watching it from the side, laughed happily. "Hahaha! Good job! I was so annoyed by that jerk! Hit him more!"

"Hey! If a son is being immoral and hitting his father, you should be stopping him! Are you even my friend?!" Galak protested.

Marco raised his middle finger on both hands and shouted, "Screw off! You **** punk! That’s why you should do it in moderation. You ****, I’ll **** you up!"

"Oho, maybe if you **** do ****. Go trip on a stone! You **** bastard."

"Yeah, never mind. Why don’t you do that?”

While watching their childish verbal fight, Zendia sighed and kicked Galak's butt, who was still lying down.

"Hey! It hurts, Son!"

"Please grow up!...