The Dragon Lord System
DLS - 139

In a soft and regretful voice, I said to him, "Free, forgive me for the harsh words that were said earlier. Stop your crying, it'll just ease your spirits."

Sebas looked at me with a look of regret.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I was stupid to make you angry and disappointed in me" he said with regret, his eyes still full of fear.

I felt I needed to see sincerity and regret in his eyes.

For me, Sebas is my son who needs support, and I promise to be a better father to him.

I responded to Sebas gently, "You're wrong, Sebas. It's not your fault. This mistake is mine, I failed as a parent to you. I'm sorry, my son."

Sebas looked at me with his teary eyes, and tears flowed back down his face that I had just dried.

"T-no, A-dad. Dad is not wrong. It's all because of my stupidity that made my father angry. To me, father is a flawless perfect father figure and that is a fact" he said with confidence, as if I were the innocent.

My free laugh made Sebas and even Lithos surprised.

Sebas probably thought I was laughing cynically at him, whereas Lithos only thought I, a dragon, was crazy for laughing so hard.

But my laughter did not last long.

A bright light once again encompassed my body, and I felt my passive skill, [Suppressor], reactivate.

My emotions that were once so cheerful are now calm again, without excessive expression.

"Basst the crazy lizard," Lithos murmured in a small tone, his comment clearly audible to me.

"Curtainly, my passivity is back on"

I felt annoyed that my passive skill always controlled my emotions, making me unable to be too happy or angry.

I was just like a flat doll with no exaggerated expression.

This is one of the many problems I have to face in my life as a dragon in this fantasy world.

When I apologized sincerely to Sebas, I felt relieved.

Not only was I relieved, Sebas seemed relieved to hear my sincere apology.

Sincerely and emotionally, I asked him,

"Then, I'll ask you again, will you forgive this one old man, my son?"

Sebas looked at me with tears in his eyes.

After a few seconds, his cry exploded, and he replied in a loud and emotional voice, "YES DAD! I FORGIVE YOU!"

Her intense cries echoed in the room, and I felt our relationship become stronger.

I smiled and stroked his shoulder again and until one day I stroked him as if in pain as if he was crying so hard.

After Sebas suddenly let out a scream as I stroked his shoulder, my worries immediately surfaced.

I immediately asked in a worried tone, "Are you okay, my son?"

However, Sebas quickly covered up his pain and gave an absurd excuse, "Ah, no-dad, I screamed because I was hungry," she said with a sincere smile after stopping crying.

I accepted his stupid excuse with a smile, unsuspecting. Then, I held her shoulder gently again and said, "Alright, we'll find food together, my son."

With my hand still on Sebas' left shoulder, I patted him slowly as a sign that we were leaving.

Suddenly, she screamed again.

He tried to convince me that everything was fine.

But I started to suspect there was something he was hiding from me.

When I felt she was still hiding something, I checked again by gently patting her left shoulder.

At that very moment, Sebas tried to endure the pain and it seemed that he wanted to scream again, but he managed to endure it.

I realized that he was struggling with the pain that I was causing at the time.

I remembered Something I shouldn't have done when I was angry with him at the adventurer base, which was to grip his shoulders hard.

I ordered Sebas quickly to open his suit and shirt, but he was reluctant and the excuses he gave further aroused suspicion in me.

He said that he was embarrassed to see people out there, but the reasons seemed absurd.

Seriously, I spoke again to Sebas, "You're a man, so why be ashamed to be bare-chested? Open your clothes now, I want to see your shoulders." My serious voice seemed to scare her that I would get angry again.

Quickly, Sebas took off the luxurious black suit he was wearing and was about to place it on the floor.

I quickly picked up and held the black suit in my hand, while my eyes were fixed on his shoulder that might have been hurt by my previous foolish anger.

The white shirt slowly opened, and I could see Sebas' body full of hard muscles.

However, my focus was immediately on his shoulder. His right shoulder looked fine, but his left shoulder surprised me with a severe wound.

His left shoulder was bruised, bonyok, bluish in color, and looked like a serious internal wound.

Not only that, but I also noticed that the collarbone on his left shoulder was not aligned with the one on his right shoulder.

I noticed a long, white, bone-like lump protruding from his skin and seemingly spitting out a bit of blood.

It was then that I realized that the collarbone in his left shoulder had been broken by my hard grip when I was angry with him.

My remorse immediately flooded my mind, and I felt guilty for the wounds I had inflicted on him.

There was deep regret in my heart when I realized my stupid actions.

I remembered how I've been blasting Sebas' head so hard before.

In fear, I examined his head, felt it, and examined it thoroughly.

Luckily, his skull was not fractured, even though there was a red lump on his head as a result of my actions.

My heart was filled with deep feelings of anger and regret towards myself.

I feel stupid and stupid for hurting those I should have protected with my strength that exceeded theirs.

Sebas' high defense stats might not be able to protect him from my strength surpassing his, despite reaching 175 points.

To me, he still feels fragile. With my stats of strength that had reached 400, I realized how foolish my actions had gripped him so hard before.

Although his defensive numbers were high, it was not enough to protect him from the pain he was in.

I quickly hugged her, carried her like a baby, and embraced her with regret and affection.

My tears were unstoppable, even though my face was hidden behind an iron helmet.

While crying, I repeatedly asked Sebas to forgive my foolish actions, time and time again, nonstop.

Surely they could not see my tear-stricken face, hidden behind the iron helmet I was wearing.