“…Young master? What sort of young master, dad?” said Dylan, baffled.
“Haha! You’ll know once he arrives,” replied Daryl as he shook his head with a bitter smile on his face.
“…Speak of the devil…” added Daryl as he raised his head to look out of the hall.
Hearing that, everyone turned to look in the direction Daryl was staring at. Walking toward them from the main square, was a young man donning a black suit.
As soon as he got close enough, all the previous subordinates—who were still standing by the door—bowed respectfully as they greeted, “Young master!”
“G-Gerald!” shouted both Dylan and Jessica in unison.
While Dylan’s lips twitched, overjoyed, Jessica herself was so moved that she ended up covering her mouth. As for the rest of the Crawfords, all of them stared at Gerald, excitement building within them.
“It’s been a year, mom… Dad… Sister… I’m finally back!” announced Gerald as he knelt by his father’s side.
“…That’s… I’m… I’m so glad that you’re back… It’s been a whole year… And I… I even thought that you had…”
Unable to hold back her tears anymore, Yulia wailed as she finally got confirmation that her son was still alive and well.
“How… How absolutely marvelous! To think that my son would end up becoming even more promising, mature, and strong throughout your disappearance! It’s fantastic…!” added Dylan who was now crying as well.
After wiping his parents’ tears away, Gerald turned to look at Daryl before saying, “It appears that at long last, I’ve finally lived up to your expectations, grandpa…”
Mimicking Kort, Gerald leaped into the air as well, but he was faster and had more control.
The moment Gerald’s fist collided with, Kort’s stomach, everyone watched in amazement as Kort’s body was flung backward! Crashing into a stone pillar, Kort’s body fell to the ground as a deep indent in the middle of the pillar revealed itself.
“W-what immense inner strength! Now I see how you did all that to my family!” scowled Kort as his old face scrunched up in disbelief.
As Kort readied himself to launch another attack, Dylan—who was now filled with both excitement and pride—turned to look at his father before asking, “Did you teach him that, dad? When did Gerald become this powerful?”
“Haha… Well, I only taught him half of what he knows,” replied Daryl with a slightly bitter smile as he shook his head.
Dylan himself continued watching his son’s fight in delight.
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