I stared at the Thundercry Gate Lord, who was sobbing.

Why the hell is this lunatic crying? As far as I know, Dark Path warriors don’t cry. Dumbfounded, I jumped down and walked over to him.

Squatting in front of the Thundercry Gate Lord, I was met with the glare of a bearded boar. I slapped him across the face.

"Why are you crying? Are you insane?"

I turned to the Mansang Gate Lord and asked for help.

"Why is this boar bastard crying?"

"I have no idea either."

Someone from the Thundercry Gate answered.

"The Gate Lord had a son recently."

"Oh, really?"

I grabbed the Thundercry Gate Lord’s shoulders.

"Congratulations. A son? That’s good news."

"......."

Even with a smile on my face, the Thundercry Gate Lord continued to glare. I stared right back at him and said,

"Even a bastard who extorts money from the poor can’t help but adore his own child. It’s something to celebrate. What’s with those eyes?"

The Thundercry Gate Lord answered,

"I can accept losing in a fight. But must you insult me by bringing up my child?"

"Insult? Since when did you give a damn about anyone else’s child when collecting tributes? This is the first time I’ve seen a Dark Path warrior living in luxury. The way you’re doing so well makes it obvious you didn’t build this wealth by showing mercy in Makseong. Anyway, for a war, your face doesn’t suit a defeated general..."

This time I struck him across the face with real emotion. With a loud thud, the Thundercry Gate Lord collapsed, seemingly unconscious.

"Your child is your child. You still have to live your own life."

I stood up and told the Mansang Gate Lord,