It was as unsteady as the wobbly steps of a newborn bird just learning to walk.

“Whew! Whew...”

The child, who could only crawl, now looked like he was struggling to walk unsteadily, and it seemed utterly ridiculous that a grown adult would walk like that.

However.

“Hang in there, Iliad! Just a little bit more!” “Keep going, Father!” “Just a few more steps... just a little more...!” “Wow! Amazing!”

Rather than laughing, the people cheered him on with unwavering seriousness, and they were ecstatic at his every step.

Drip, drip…

“Hah, hah…”

Iliad was drenched in sweat, and his body was soaked through.

The constant spasms in his legs revealed just how excruciating and painful the experience was for him.

Though it seemed like he might need help, if they intervened now, all of his efforts would have been for nothing.

So.

“Just a little more, just a little more...!”

Encouragement was all they could offer.

“!!”

With a fierce, almost desperate shout, his steps stretched another ten paces.

Thirty paces in total.@@novelbin@@

-Waaaaaa!!

Iliad, having taken those monumental thirty steps, raised both his hands triumphantly, and the crowd rushed to him, roaring in joy and congratulating him.

And in the midst of this.

“…If someone didn’t know better, they’d think he won the World Series or something.”

Ihan couldn’t help but sigh.

Of course, he was happy too, no doubt about it.

“I told him to take it easy and rest for a while… but he just doesn’t listen at all.”

It had already been three long hours of this, so it was strange that he wasn’t sighing more.

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