Bloodhound's Regression Instinct

Chapter 226

Armenia.

With the departure of the knights who once filled half the village, the bustling atmosphere had faded.

“Huff! Huff!”

In the midst of this, a young boy was diligently swinging his sword.

Beside him, a girl of similar age watched with a worried expression, while a one-armed middle-aged man observed the boy’s movements with a stern gaze.

They were none other than Valdes, Lia, and Argon, Yan’s father.

“Your sword tip is shaking. It means your power distribution is off. Focus and swing properly.”

“Huff. Yes, thank you!”

Valdes bowed his head in gratitude.

Argon smiled faintly and patted Valdes on the head.

He was a child Argon had met during a recent walk, taken for recuperation.