Chapitre 390: Circa Two Months ago, Border Town

****(POV) 

I trust in him, but sometimes I still worry a bit. I look in the distance wondering how he's doing. It is normal for a mother to do so. Then before I know it my husband interrupts my reverie, usually with: 

"Stop worrying already! He's a member of The Unnamed God Sect now HAHAHA! His future is boundless! You should worry about us more! Who knows how we'll fare in the upcoming war?! Well, chances are we'll be left alone. After all the Border Town is kinda meaningless in the grand scheme of things." 

Funny how our positions used to be reversed. I was always the one encouraging him to let him live his life. Simply because I knew that this town really was too small to contain his ambition. 

Part of me always wanted to deny him his dream. To have him hunt/bake with us instead of training swordsmanship. I never did.