Tapping into the Affinity

Inside a simple furnished room…

A man was looking through the shelves filled with various ingredients.

"1, 2, 3, 4…"

He pointed his hand at the shelves one by one as he softly counted.

Creak—

At this moment, the door opened as Old Warod entered the room.

Surprised, the man looked back and called out with a worried expression, "Father! Why did you come here? You know you're already having a hard time breathing in enclosed spaces…"

"I'm fine, Harold. Don't worry about me." Old Warod lightly waved his hand, rejecting his son's attempt at supporting him.

Nevertheless, Harold still didn't leave his side, afraid that his father might need support at any moment.

"Still, you didn't need to come here. I told you that I can handle the inventory, right? Do you perhaps need something, Father?"

Seeing his son asking his son worrying about him, a guilty expression appeared on Old Warod's face, "I just wanted to say sorry."