Chapter 21

At the morning labor, Muren would line up with their fellow villagers to have their morning routine exercise.

Both his sons, Coen and Toren would join them and glance from afar their fathers doing labor works. It usually varies depending on the rotation works, so the children got to explore and see the different labors they do.

They understood that someday, they must join the grueling work with their father to serve the economy of the West controlled by the colonizers. It sounded a bit far-fetched for most, but to the kids who only knew what they were taught, it was the endpoint purpose of their lives.

During break time, their lovely mother would come for the men and offer some rye bread and water.

They would talk and laugh about mundane things until she was finally driven away.

Airen would bring her sons to the public market as she sells some accessories and woven clothes.

Despite the sweltering heat of the morning son, she was still dazzling wonderfully, offering people as if she was dancing.

She would gracefully bargain with customers and quickly sell all her products. The people also thought that her sons were equally as adorable and that they could not resist admiring the family.

None of the villagers or anyone aside from the priestess and orphanage knew that they have only adopted Toren. Since he blends in so well and his facial features were as dazzling as Airen's, no one suspected a thing.

Toren came out with them with a reasonable amount of time.

Just as the family had been busy going away, the nurses naturally thought that Airen's second childbirth must have been dealt with at some other place.

Toren was also a kind and bright child that had a good amount of discernment about his own identity.

He understood from the start that he was once an orphan that was taken in by the En family and that he must be grateful of their kindness too.

He is also quite talented with various crafts which amazes his parents and even Coen.

There were hints of a genius streak underlying his humble gestures.

His charm was beyond a comprehensible level that he would have been famous if only the great war and the colonization never existed.

After their father's tiring labor, the family went to the public market to accompany Muren's observation.

He applied his scholarly knowledge to monitor the village's status.

He had written down the economic and psychological standing of the people around, allowing him to gain more information about the colonizers' pattern. Within their organization, there were several analysts who had also volunteered to contribute.

A little later, they discretely proceeded to the underground stronghold and continued their training.

Toren, with little observations, was able to execute some difficult moves that his elder brother had been trying to do for days.

Muren taught a little more and surprisingly, Toren would have been able to do it at once.

It will be no longer a surprise the moment their second son joins the training, he would excel more than his brother.

Coen did not mind it. He was neither envious nor salty about it. Instead, he was actually so delighted about his little brother that he would sometimes ask for his advice.