Chapter 184: Desperate Situation (2)
To me, the concept of “father”—that is, my father in this life—was, as I’ve said before, not someone I was particularly close to.
From the start, we just didn’t get along. After my mother’s death, that already awkward relationship only grew more distant.
Of course, I had neither the skill nor ability to narrow that distance. I didn’t really know how to, and frankly, I never felt the need.
And perhaps that’s because I’d been quite content for a long time with the vague, ambiguous relationship I had with my father.
Maybe it was because my previous life had been such an utter disaster that I came to believe, even well into adulthood, that such strained father-son dynamics were perfectly normal.
Separate from all that, I never really knew what my father thought about it. At best, I can only guess that maybe he felt similarly.
At any rate, for all these reasons, the relationship between my father and me has remained awkward to this day.
“Cough, cough...”
The reason I’m thinking back on all of this now is simple—because our first reunion in nearly a year has turned out to be an absolute disaster.
“...Damn it.”
The side of my torso, which had taken a direct hit from the half-dragon girl, was still aching with a sharp, throbbing pain.
It was a miracle my body hadn’t been torn apart by the dragon breath that hit me dead-on. But judging by the pain, at least a few of my ribs had to be broken.