Amon repeated the cycle of healing his brother and tossing him to the dogs until they reached the boss room. He didn't care if Aron begged, grabbed his legs or smacked his head against the ground.
"So, my dear little brother. The boss room is right in front of you. Get ready. You said you were gonna solo it right?"
"I can't! I can't solo it! I'm sorry. I'll apologise to Mikayla. I'll apologise to everyone. I'll value life more than loot and I'll never be ungrateful. I'll earn my own money and I won't have any expectations from you. I'll never ask for money or items from anyone. I'm sorry.. I'm sorryyyy! Please don't send me in there… please…."
Amon stared at Aron who was on his knees, his forehead touching the floor as he begged to be let go.
"Fine. But I'll be putting you through proper training like this from now. You need to learn how to fight and as a man, it's your job to protect your girl. I'll turn you into a magic swordsman. Any complaints?"
