"Okay, okay, rest now. It's still early until dawn. I've already been able to gradually control the ability to meet with my brothers while sleeping."

    Aaron looked at his father, who was snoring heavily and unresponsive, and wondered what kind of dreams this old fellow might be having.

    Marrum said quietly.

    "If I should meet with my father, please tell him all is well."

    Aaron said with a grin, "Of course! I also want to ask him if that animal skin skirt fits Kiriman well."

    He promptly fell asleep, eager to get some good rest.

    Perhaps it was this very thought that made him open his eyes again and found himself in a stone magnificence of a hall.

    It was not opulent with gold and splendor, yet it also did not show the rawness of the stone.

    Because each of these stones had been carved into exquisite sculptures, lifelike and vivid.

    A colossal silhouette of a man with golden hair and a buzz cut, was concealed in the central bathing pool of the great hall, obscured by the ascending mist.

    Aaron felt his feet getting hot, looking at the onsen that was almost boiling, and exclaimed:

    "Is this... has the water been boiled already?"

    A weary voice came.

    "Aaron, perhaps I should call you brother. Please wait a moment."

    Kiriman got up from the bath and wiped his hands, and the sound of mechanisms moving echoed everywhere, indicating that some switch had been turned on.

    Following that, fresh water came in and adjusted the temperature of the bath to an appropriate level.

    "Please come in, brother. Over the years, you are the fifth brother to share a bath with me."

    Kiriman was wearing the animal skin skirt, which had expanded to fit his body perfectly.

    Aaron thought that this brother was easy to communicate with and was a good little brother.

    He cheered and jumped into the bath, feeling the nourishment of his soul, completely relaxing.

    When he swam over to Kiriman's side, he saw the face that could be considered young, perfect, but with eyes that seemed to be carrying a tangible sense of exhaustion.

    "Hey, Kiriman, what's bothering you?"

    "You look exhausted. Please, now that it's rest time, don't worry about anything."

    Kiriman nodded slightly and lay back into the bath.

    He was able to show off his arm leaning against the wall, while Aaron felt like a fish in the pool, unable to find a way to stabilize his body.

    Kiriman watched his brother, speaking calmly:

    "I'm aware of all communications between Marrum and Kaur. It appears that the father from four thousand years ago is decent."

    Aaron nearly choked immediately, accidentally swallowing some water, and hurriedly threw up.

    "Ugh..."

    "Decent! My God, how did he raise you guys? That's why you think that old guy raised me decent!"

    He clenched his teeth tightly, as if he wanted to swallow the old man whole.

    Kiriman pondered for a moment, unsure of how to answer, and finally said:

    "At least the father kept you close and raised you."

    That's it, just like what the father said.

    The father felt that keeping his son by his side and watching him grow up was already fulfilling his responsibility.

    Bullshit!

    After mother left, didn't the whole family have to arrange for their food, clothing, and living expenses themselves?

    Aaron drew terrible conclusions from Kiriman's words.

    "So, even my younger brothers weren't taken care of by that old guy?"

    "And after you all grew up, he gave you all sorts of trouble but hid away, not showing his face!"

    Kiriman was shocked, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say.

    "N-no, it wasn't that bad. Uh, maybe it was much worse than you described."

    He couldn't go against his conscience and lie.

    "Okay, the father is just a jerk."

    Kiriman lowered his head, unsure if the father on the Golden Throne would ever hear about this.

    Aaron was quite satisfied with this and leaned in closer to Kiriman, supporting his shoulder.

    Although they had only met for the first time, it was as if they had already recognized each other's family status, without any hesitation or awkwardness.

    He spoke up.

    "This is the way it should be," he said. "I have a plan. Let's find an opportunity to beat him up, okay? If all my younger brothers are giants like you, we should be able to knock that hunched old man flat on his ass!"

    Kiriman's expression was becoming increasingly distorted, his lips quivering, and it wasn't as tense as when he scolded Fugrellum earlier.

    "N-no need for that. Okay, Aaron, I need to give you a present."

    Kiriman stood up again, to evade the topic.

    He walked out of the hall, but soon returned.

    He held a long robe of white on top and blue on bottom, along with a laurel wreath.

    "This is the attire of my hometown of Makurag. It shouldn't be too out of place in your time, brother. May you live a wonderful life."

    Kiriman's voice was heavy, which made Aaron realize that he had died long ago when his brothers were still alive.

    He climbed out of the bath and stood on tiptoes to take the robe. Pretending to be happy:

    "Ah, although we couldn't meet in reality, I died before you were born. But seeing you in dreams is like a family reunion."

    "Brother, I love you."

    Kiriman half-kneels and embraces his brother.

    This was the first time in history that a brother had expressed affection for this Primus.

    The drunken vomiting in his bath with Lyen doesn't count.

    "Thank you, brother."

    Aaron began to fade into a dreamlike state, he was about to wake up.

    "Then, lastly, if your sons are those Guardians of the heavens, teach them to be quick-witted! Marrum sometimes opens his mouth and father gets very angry, then he swears at your name."

    He hurriedly reminded him, then vanished completely.

    Awakening once more, he found himself wearing the robe that Kiriman had given him, and the room outside was filled with bright sunlight.

    However, his father was holding his hair and howling in pain:

    "Don't exchange things from the future without going through the proper rituals! You two brats, you ungrateful descendants!"

    It seems that there is no give and take in this situation, and receiving Kiriman's robe from him has caused his father's hair to be damaged.

    Seeing his father's furious gaze, Aaron said firmly:

    "The love from the family I received from Kiriman is far greater than yours! What's wrong with a brother getting a robe from his younger brother? Isn't it better than you making me wear animal skins all my life!"

    "As I see it, sacrificing for our brothers and for this family is also a responsibility of being a father!"

    Anda held his hair and scolded:

    "You fool, you don't know how precious that animal skin skirt is! Marrum, hold him down! I'm going to kick his ass!"

    Marrum had to kneel nervously on the ground, and couldn't help but envy the robe on Aaron's body.

    The robe and laurel wreath in the style of Makurag were almost exactly like the ones the Primus himself had worn as a child.

    The history records of Aotramah also mentioned this.

    Anda howled for a while, and then realized that Marrum had simply knelt down and stood still. He saw his son's wings hardened and challenged him.

    Holding his last breath, he sat back down:

    "You little brat, if old Ma were here, he wouldn't spare a single blow when beating up my son."

    "Once the guards arrive, be smart. We need to find clues about that war demon. Family matters can wait."

    It was the first time Aaron saw his father looking defeated, and he excitedly said:

    "Catch the demon? I was thinking of turning all those bad things into dust!"

    Anda merely comforted the scalp, there was no skin and muscle loss, it was just a bit painful when his hair was pulled.

    Elda used to pull his hair, eager to get him moving faster to satisfy her hunger.

    Ah, I mean to cook food faster.

    How did the self from four thousand years ago end up in such a state?