The Roland family mourns

At his mother's grave, Elijah leaned the black bag against the tombstone, took a flask out, and then drank a mouthful from it, then poured the rest of it in front of the grave.

“Mom, you don't have to worry. Your son is doing well for himself. Can you imagine?... That weak boy who couldn't protect himself is now being called the King of the North.”

As he spoke, he let out a melancholic laugh. “Also, you have a granddaughter. I'm sure you'd have liked her if you were still here. But it's fine. Don't worry, I'll make sure to bring her up in a way you'd have liked. I'm sorry I wasted so much time before I returned… I hope you can forgive me. Rest well, I promise, those that kicked us out all those years ago will pay for their sins.”

After that, he got up and left.

Meanwhile, in the Roland family villa, everyone had left not too long after Elijah's departure.

Naturally, they were too scared to remain, worried that since even Mr. Roland wasn't safe in the Roland family villa, who were th
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