Lucen was standing in front of the door to his father's study. Before he regained his past life's memories, he would have never dared to come here without being called, but now he had come by several times on his own initiative.
'I guess any normal child would be intimidated meeting a father like Vardon.' After thinking briefly, Lucen knocked on the door of Vardon's study.
"Come in."
Upon entering the study, he saw his father, Vardon, the unwavering shield of Norvaegard, reading a bunch of paperwork with a map on his table.
Vardon lifted his head and looked at Lucen. He then put down the pen in his hand and was now fully focused on Lucen.
"Have you come to make your report?"
"Yes, sir." Lucen stepped forward and gave a crisp nod. "The situation in Dorsen has been resolved. The bandits have been killed or captured, the villagers have been saved, and now they are rebuilding the village into a bigger and better place."
Vardon's gaze flicked toward the map, then back to Lucen.
