Zyroth's eyes snapped open.
Standing before him was the same terrifying man who knocked him out cold—a Legend Knight. A chaos-slayer. A monster in his own right.
Knight Hun: "Well now, how are my children doing?"
Nell (scowling): "We're not your kids, old man."
Hena (whispering): "Do you want to get hit by him again?"
Hun: "Hmph! I told you, call me Grandpa Hun, you brat."
Teana (eyes sparkling): "Oh my god… is that gold?! Can I have it?!"
Hun: "Kids these days… no respect. And no, you can't have it. Especially since you called me old man."
Hena: "Grandpa Hun, can you tell me a story later?"
Hun (smiling): "Kind kid… of course. Come here."
Selma: "Do you own a restaurant, Grandpa?"
Buma: "More importantly… do you have food?!"
Hun (sighs deeply): "This is going to be my life now, huh…"
Zyroth (shouting): "WHY the hell is this guy our caretaker?!"
Hun (throwing hands in the air): "These goddamn kids! Fine, fine! I'll explain already!"
He stood tall, brushing the dust off his long cloak.
Hun: "To be honest… I quit my knight duties to become a grandpa. No wife, no kids… just a big house and a scary face, apparently. I requested—well, forced—the king to grant me this wish. I wanted peace. Instead, I got you little demons."
The room was silent.
Then—
One (stepping forward): "Grandpa Hun… can you teach me your sword skills?"
He tried to look innocent—but everyone could tell he was scheming a bit.
Hun (grinning): "You've got good manners, and sharper eyes than most. You've got a warrior's soul, boy. Yes… I'll teach you."
Zyroth (groaning): "This is gonna be chaos."
Hun (smirking): "Exactly. I wouldn't have it any other way."