"Don't start crying now," A pair of gentle eyes looked at the little boy who was clenching his fists.
His eyes were shining with tears as he glared at the ground and tried his hardest to hold back his tears.
Count Delimore heaved a sigh and rested his hand on his son's head as he asked, "Are you upset, son?"
A ten year old William sniffled, "No…" even his voice sounded hoarse with emotions.
The older one just wanted to hug his little one and comfort him. But before that,
"Son, there would come a time when you would fail to utilize something you take pride in."
William looked away, "It was just you."
Count Delimore chuckled, "No, son. You would meet plenty of those whose minds you would fail to read. Your strongest strategy against an enemy, to read their moves, might fail again in the future. At that time, child, I want you to remember this."
