"What do you mean? Iseul is—"
"It is not an illness. It is a condition unique to dragons. I will not be able to leave his side for a while, so I am counting on you to take care of the children."
Even as he listened to the conversation between Raon and Joa, the pain tearing through his body made him groan and thrash uncontrollably.
"Ahh! A, ahh!"
What is this? What is this!? It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
"Iseul? It is alright. Your body is trying to grow. It is painful, but endure it."
Alright? This? Endure something like this? Do not joke with me.
With a low growl like a beast, Iseul lunged at Raon, and the two of them fell and rolled across the floor.
He raised his arm and tried to strike, but Raon restrained him as if it had no effect and slammed him down.
Even that impact sent pain through him as if every bone in his body was being crushed, driving him nearly insane.
"Endure it!"
