In a quiet, simple room decorated with beautiful murals of many myths on the wooden walls, an old man was leaning against the wooden corner of a window.
His exquisite golden eyes stared out at the distant twilight sky with a bored look on his aged yet still vigorous face.
"You were really aggressive and decisive this time, Father."
Sam heard the relaxed voice of his son behind him, but he didn't even bother turning around.
He simply took out a cigarette, stared at it for a few seconds, and then replied, "They went too far. Slavery is forbidden, yet they actually dared to use them in those dangerous mines. Not to mention, they were trying to contact demons."
"They were?" His son was obviously surprised, as this wasn't public information.
"Yes, they were planning to sell the mana stones found in those mines to the demons," Sam said, finally lighting up the cigarette. "They should be happy I didn't have their whole bloodline eradicated."
