Inspiration: A father's guidance.

Author Note: This is for all you wonderful men who are dads. Thank you for all you do.

Word Count: 5,945

Chapter 5

The next day, Hyrule Castle Town: Ralph

I have been a physician for sixteen years. I remember thinking this was the calling of my life, even when I was a young boy. I recall being eight and helping a little girl when she was sick and thinking this was what I was meant to do. My parents were great examples for me and I often looked to them for guidance. I enjoyed my work because medicine was a daily adventure. When a citizen came through my clinic it was my responsibility to make sure they got the answers they needed. Throughout my career, I have come across a great many cases that have boggled my mind. Just last week I had to confer with a pulmonologist because a patient came in with the worst case of shortness of breath I ever treated. It turned out he needed to stay in the clinic for several days receiving blue and white chu jelly potions. He had pulmonary fibrosis and was diagnosed with sarcoidosis, a condition where the lungs scarred badly. The man recovered, but he was going to have to retire from blacksmithing. This was becoming an increasing problem with patients who worked in the dragon mines. I actually, with several other doctors, requested an audience with King Draco regarding this matter. He needed to know the conditions his smiths were working under were atrocious. If he wasn't careful he would have no workforce left. It was only through the excellent research and collaborations of my colleagues that the man made it and had a safe recovery. I never forgot that I was merely a cog in a vast machine, but an important one. In short, my life as a physician was been a blessing.

In comparison, my life as an ordinary man was equally fulfilling. My family was my life. My children were my joy. And my wife was my heart. I loved them in a way I could not begin to describe. My children were all unique in their own ways. The eldest, Elincia was my princess –ambitious in her own way, kind, and beautiful. Lyn was studious, sound, and responsible –she was the reliable one, the sound one. Cyan was sweet and humble, a real treasure I must say –she appreciated simple things and a simple life like her mother. Ciela was spoiled, and, at times, adorable, but I believed she meant well –I hoped one day she would learn the world did not revolve around her. And then there was Ralph, my little twin. He had a streak of heroism in him. I had no idea where he got it from, not that I wasn't brave. I was surprised how much courage he exhibited at a young age. He was quite a fellow. He too would make an excellent physician.

I had high expectations for my children and didn't think it was untoward of me to have them. My two eldest girls were training to be physicians, while my two youngest daughters would be better suited as teachers or homemakers. My son no doubt was going to keep the tradition of doctors going in the family, so I was not worried about him. Elincia, however, was concerning me a little with all this talk about singing. She didn't know I knew, but I was her father. I knew everything. She would whisper about it to her sister and her sister would faithfully tell me. It wasn't that I didn't respect singers. Some of them did very well. However, it was not a balanced profession. For many it was feast or famine and the ones who feasted were the ones who had the connection to nobility. My Elincia was considered a peasant, even with her having family that practiced medicine. There was a hierarchy in Hyrule and there were very few who excelled in its strata. The king was a measured exception to the rule, but being a hero certainly helped.

The last thing I wanted for my daughter were these fool hardy ideas about stardom. She would no more be a star than I would be a river dancer. She thought me harsh with my commentary on the matter, but I was a realist. I saw no point to filling Elincia's head with silly notions. There were times she considered it, and I had to shut the conversation down before she took it more seriously. There was no doubt my daughter was talented when it came to singing. She sounded like an angel, but life in Hyrule was not for angels. Mortals lived here. She needed to live in the real world, and the real world suggested that there was a greater need for doctors than singers. The population was growing and the people were going to need persons who understood medicine and the human body. Elincia could sing as a hobby, but I was getting worried she was allowing this dream of hers to get in the way of reality. In any such case, I wanted her to know her she didn't have to give up her talents, but she needed to understand its place.

Currently, I was looking over some research articles I wanted to have published when the door to my laboratory opened. In walked my sister Gertrude. She too was a physician, and though we had our differences, I was glad we were closer than we had been in the past. The lovely blonde was greying slightly now that she was forty-three years old. My two nephews were probably hitting the books hard or practicing their fencing. They were consistently on a schedule and that was indicative of my sister's control. I did think she needed to let the boys be boys while they were still young. Youth was fleeting. She and I both knew that now that we were at middle age ourselves. Even so, I appreciated her studiousness with her sons. She often had a word, or two, or three about Elincia, which was the reason I assumed she was here today. My sister was a great many things: smart, ambitious, a self-starter –wonderful qualities. But, she had one other nagging quality too. She was nosy, and her nosiness was insufferable at times. Gertrude and Saria have never been close and I do not think they ever will be. There was bad blood there that neither of them wanted to address. It was sad because they both meant so much to me, but it was just as well. They tolerated each other for the sake of our children, which I was grateful for.

My sister walked over to me and glanced at the paper I was reading.

"Is this the report on that sarcoidosis patient?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"No," I said, "but it's related to him. It is an evidence based study on lung deterioration due to prolonged exposure to lava in the dragon pits."

She looked at me surprised.

"You're actually going to publish that?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I intend to," I said.

Gertrude grinned at my tone.

"That's not going to make King Draco very happy," she teased.

I grunted.

"Good, then he needs to improve the working conditions of his people," I said undeterred. "I'm surprised the death toll isn't higher. And some of his men work with live dragons. What potion is Draco drinking?"

Gertrude laughed.

"The dragon jelly one I suppose," she joked, then added, "do you know he's coming to Hyrule next week?"

I nodded.

"I'm aware," I replied, "if anything I should hand this report to him myself."

Gertrude laughed again, but cautioned me.

"Don't go losing your head," she warned, "he is still a king."

"That doesn't exempt him from being a horrible person," I replied, "he must improve the safety of his dragon pits. There are too many men dying from lung disease."

My sister raised her hands in surrender.

"You have no argument from me," she said, "just be careful how you do it."

I nodded.

"I will," I promised, then changed the subject, "anyway, what brings you here today?"

Her facial expression got concerned for a moment where she raised her brows. I knew it wasn't going to be good news.

"Well, the rumor mill has been churning so take this information I'm about to tell you with a grain of salt," she started.

I wasn't sure if I needed to brace myself or not. Gertrude had a tendency of being hyperbolic.

"Okay," I replied calmly.

Gertrude went back over to the door to make sure it was locked. When she came back over to me she lowered her voice.

"Apparently there was an impromptu concert in Castle Town yesterday," she stated.

I waited for her to go on, unsure of what she expected me to make of that.

"Meaning?" I asked.

Gertrude shrugged.

"Meaning that a certain green haired girl garnered a lot of praise for her singing," she divulged. "She and her equally green haired sister."

I looked Gertrude taken aback.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

It seemed to be the cue Gertrude was waiting for, because then she opened up her lab coat and produced a copy of the Hyrule Historia. She turned immediately to the back page where a cartographer did an excellent rendition of two girls who looked remarkably like my daughters. I was surprised there wasn't a pictograph of them. The technology did exist.

"I'm talking about Elincia being the talk of the town for a few hours," she replied and pointed to the article. "Here, read it."

I took the paper from my sister and felt a little unsettled about this revelation. I read under the article titled: "Hyrule's secret star?" It stated:

"Hyrule is known for the arts. Music and theater are part of the culture of Castle Town. However, Hyrule's best kept secret may have been a beautiful set of twins with talent and equal fortitude as the goddess Hylia herself. It was truly a marvel to witness a voice so spectacular it reminded Hylians of the days of Madame Lana in her youth. The cadence, the splendor, and the clarity of one of the girls' voices in particular was enchanting. The scene was set when they set up an impromptu stage and asked for the audiences' attention. None gave it at first, until one of the young girls started singing. The crowd in Castle Town was mesmerized for a few moment, and afterwards she and her sister garnered much deserved applause. The two young ladies have been dubbed Hyrule's best kept secret. Well, it seems that the secret is out. What will the future hold for the singer in particular? Is the opera troupe calling? If not, they need to. A voice like that only comes once in a lifetime."

At the article's end I took in a deep sigh and tried not to be frustrated. Gertrude saw that her news made its point. Another point of contention I had was calling my girls twins. They were not twins.

"I wasn't sure if you were aware," she said.

I shook my head.

"I wasn't," I replied, "I had no idea."

Gertrude crossed her arms over her chest.

"What do you think emboldened her to pull such a stunt?" she asked.

I shook my head again, but I had a bit of an idea.

"Perhaps her mother," I said, "Saria has always stated that Elincia was a brilliant singer. I guess she was right."

Gertrude rolled her eyes at my wife's name.

"Being a gifted singer is all well and good," she said, "being practical is another thing entirely. Elincia is supposed to be focused on medical school. The exams are next month."

I was aware of that.

"She's studying for the exams," I reassured, "she's going to medical school, don't worry."

Gertrude didn't look convinced.

"With her mother's influence I doubt she will keep her head out of the clouds," she said rather rudely, "she needs to understand that dreams aren't simply a stage and fame."

That was the second dig at my wife in less than a minute. I was getting tired of her thinking she could insult Saria.

"I understand that you have issues with my wife, but stop with the underhanded comments," I warned. "She's an excellent mother and the children have been thriving with their learning music and the arts."

Gertrude was not impressed.

"The arts should be taught by the masters not an amateur who got her start later in life," she said, "and I don't have issues with your wife."

Her utterance did not help her case. She just insulted Saria again. How long did she think I was supposed to take this from her? I cut my eyes to my sister and allayed her another warning.

"She has been through more than you'll ever know Gertrude," I defended. "At least she was willing to try and she succeeded. She is a teacher. She is something more than what you would dub a 'homemaker'. If you still harbor this much resentment after so many years then it's no wonder you always sound so miserable."

Gertrude didn't look at me surprised, but she was mildly incensed I wasn't more bitter with Saria myself.

"After everything she's done to you," she whispered, "you still defend her like this?"

I didn't know what she wanted me to say. I understood the undercurrent of anger in Gertrude's voice, but the past was the past. I did not want to live in it. There were still some things she was not aware of herself about Saria. Saria's past was still a complete mystery to my sister, and I promised my wife I would tell no one. Gertrude's anger stems more from years ago when she put on her detective hat and winded up being right about her investigations, especially regarding the king. Again, I understood her frustrations, but she did not know the entire story. Besides, that was over now. Saria was mine and had been mine for years. I wanted to keep the peace in my household, and I didn't need a busy body, even if it was my sister, causing trouble. I wanted my sister to be clear on that.

"I love her," I said simply, "I think you know that by now."

Gertrude groaned and shook her head. She obviously didn't see things my way.

"Fine," she said, "it's your life, I just wanted you to be aware of what your daughters were up to."

I nodded.

"Thank you," I said simply.

Gertrude stared at me for a long time before getting so frustrated she had to leave the room.

"Let me know if you need anything," she said halfheartedly as she walked out of my lab.

"I will," I said, but by then the door was already slammed shut.

My sister meant well, but she needed to be careful being such a self-righteous person. She may find herself having to deal with the very same issues plaguing her own household soon. My nephews confided in me that they wanted to actually go to the military and not medical school. Gertrude may have a reckoning herself if she wasn't careful. Even so, I needed to speak with my daughter. I needed to know why she felt she couldn't talk to me about what was going on with her. More importantly, I needed to listen. I didn't want my daughter to do anything too drastic, but if she felt she couldn't speak to me about this, she may have already sensed she had to go that route. I would speak with her as soon as possible, but only with just me and her. I did not want to embarrass her.

~SSS~

Later the same day, Hyrule Castle: Link

I was tasked to talking to my son and making sure he realized the error of his ways according to his mother. The best way I knew how to do that was take him with me when I went about my business, or talk to him in private. It would have to be the latter. It was midday and I knew Daphnes was probably practicing his archery in the nearby neighboring forest. There was an allotment of land that was right next to the castle that only gave access to the royal family. I finished my letter to King Draco and had it delivery earlier today. I expected his reply shortly. In the meantime, I left my study and headed for the forest. The walk was short, but my presence was known everywhere I went. It had been years since I left the castle without anyone ever knowing, but I was still capable. I still had those stealth maneuvers when I needed to.

I exited the castle to a large open field where I saw my son practicing his bow with three of his friends. They were actually the sons of my generals. It seemed the tradition was going to stay in their families. The very tall one was Zelvious, seventeen. He resembled his father with his black hair and crystal green eyes. I knew this would sound controversial, but he looked like a killer. He had his father Fyrus' spontaneous nature and that would actually serve Zelvious well in the future if he honed it right. The next young man was Maximillion, son of Osfala. The fifteen year old redhead had the instinctive mind of a tactician. Strategy would be his strong suit. The last young man was Gunter, son of Ravio. The seventeen year old brunette was talented in the way of horseback riding and cavalry formation. He too would be another great strategist. These boys were the elite of the elite when it came to their education and training. I wanted my son surrounded by men who would guide him and be loyal to him all the days of his life. It started by garnering strong friendships in his youth.

As I walked up, I noticed they were concentrating on a target about a hundred feet out. That was quite the distance. I stopped short for a moment to watch, making sure I didn't disrupt while Daphnes focused. I took note of the bow right away. It looked about forty pounds with a flexible extender, but the base appeared very rigid. That must have been the new bow he was excited about.

"A compound bow," I whispered to myself, "he is going to find those are more difficult to practice with than the standard long bow."

I smirked, seeing he was really a chip off the old block. Daphnes raised his arms. His bow arm needed to be strong and steady. I could see now he had good form -his arm was straight, his thumb was locked over his wrist the way it needed to be, he was gripping it, not grabbing it, and his eyes were open over the bubble of site. But, the bow may have been a bit too big for his size at the moment. If he gained another fifteen pounds of muscle he would have no issue handling that bow. I watched as he set the arrow and pulled it back. I could tell from here he was going to struggle getting that far target with the amount of shaking I saw in his grip. When he released his arrow, he was off his target by three feet.

"Not good," I said and decided it was time to disrupt the session.

As soon as I walked up, Zelvious, Maximillion, and Gunter turned and bowed. They looked excited to see me. They were always respectful to me when I came in their company.

"Sire," Zelvious said respectfully, "you honor us."

I smiled at his pleasantry.

"The honor is mine," I said, then turned my attention to my son, "try it again, but keep that arm steady."

Daphnes looked my way for a brief moment. He simply nodded, and, as I commanded, tried again. However, when the bow plucked off, he had the same issue, but this time it was a little bit closer to his target. At that point I went up to him and offered a quick lesson.

"May I?" I asked.

I didn't want to embarrass him. I knew how Daphnes felt about me infringing on his time with his friends. He was becoming a man. I wanted him to know I respected that. However, I was still his father, and when I saw he needed some direction it was my responsibility to give it.

Daphnes nodded reluctantly and handed me his bow.

"Sure," he said quietly.

When he handed it to me, I felt its sturdiness immediately. I grabbed the stern and saw that it was actually very well made. I looked over at him and nodded.

"This is a good buy," I said, "good job."

My son grinned and his friends looked excited.

"Are you going to shoot it your majesty?" Gunter asked.

I tested the string several times before I gave an answer. This bow was excellent for me, and if Daphnes kept practicing it would be excellent for him too. He just needed to know this weight was going to be an issue for him initially, but if he kept at it he would get stronger. I pulled the string one last time before I finally set it with a bow. I took aim at the target they were practicing at a hundred feet away.

"Let's see if your old man still has it," I said to Daphnes.

My son just raised a brow.

"I don't think this will be an issue for you father," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

His friends all watched me eagerly.

"Do you really think he's going to hit the target in the first try?" Maximillion asked his comrades.

"I think so," Zelvious replied, not hiding his admiration, "he is the best archer in Hyrule."

Daphnes just grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. I took aim and saw immediately that the wind was going to be an issue.

"The bubble site on this bow is tricky," I explained, "the key to making a new bow like this work is understanding its weight class. It doesn't need a great deal of maneuvering. For instance, watch the target ahead."

The boys looked at the target and I released the arrow. The arrow zinged through the air and landed right of center. Even with it not being a bull's-eye it was still an impressive shot. The boys thought so too.

"Wow," Gunter said, "that was marvelous!"

"I can't believe you made that from this distance your majesty!" Maximillion exclaimed.

Zelvious shook his head.

"Unbelievable," he said shocked, "that shot should be nowhere that good. A true talent sire."

The only one not surprised was Daphnes. He was impressed, but he was more studying how I accomplished the shot than anything.

"So my grip was off," he said to himself, "I was grabbing it as you would say father instead of gripping it."

I put the bow down for a moment.

"Exactly," I said to him, "keeping the arm steady is going to be the biggest challenge for a heavier bow like this. Now, see how the trajectory changes when all things are balanced –you understand the weather, you have the proper grip, you have the proper weight class with your bow. Observe."

I aimed at the distant target again and veered the arrow to the left slightly since the wind was picking up from the right. I shot the arrow off and the projectile landed directly in the center this time. Even I was impressed with that shot. The boys had no qualms hollering about it.

"Amazing!"

"I can't believe it!"

"That shouldn't be human!"

Even my son didn't hide his astonishment with that shot.

"Sweet Farore!" he said underneath his breath, then walked over to me. "You have to teach me how you did that."

I chuckled and handed him back his bow.

"Gladly," I replied.

I stood by him as he took aim again. Daphnes was left handed, so he should have been holding his bow with his dominant hand, but I understood that he felt he had better aim holding it with his right. If he wanted to be better he needed to alternate his stance. I saw his arm wavering already.

"Keep that arm straight," I cautioned, "it's falling."

Daphnes attempted to listen to me, but the problem was the arm he was using.

"Like this?" he asked me.

I reached over and steadied his slightly off kilter arm. It just would not do. He didn't even look comfortable.

"Try shooting like that," I said.

He looked at me surprised.

"Is my stance good?" he countered.

I was still staring at that tremulous arm.

"You tell me," I replied.

Daphnes groaned at my direction and lifted his arm anyway. Afterwards he took a shot and got nowhere near his target. The frustration was all over his face.

"Damn it," he muttered underneath his breath.

I just raised a brow and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Switch your hands," I instructed, "you need to hold your bow with your left hand."

"But father my aim isn't as good with the right," he replied.

I shook my head.

"It will be, just do as I say," I said, "switch your hands."

Daphnes sighed, then reluctantly followed my instructions. Though his pullback strength was slightly lessened, his aim was much better. I went up to him and secured his grip with his fore and middle fingers of his right hand around the butt of the arrow.

"Does that feel better?" I asked.

Surprisingly, Daphnes nodded.

"It does quite frankly," he said.

"Good," I replied, "now hit your target."

I watched as Daphnes' arm was steady and his pull was actually a lot more accurate than he deduced. When the arrow was released the target punctuated with his projection hitting right of center. Daphnes looked on stunned as did his friends.

"You hit it," Zelvious said, running a hand through his dark hair, "I'll be damned, you hit the bloody target."

"All it took was changing your arm," Maximillion squinted his eyes.

Daphnes turned and looked at me. For the first time since I came out here he genuinely smiled at me. He looked so happy.

"Thank you father," he said sincerely.

I returned his smile.

"That's what your old man is for," I joked, but then needed to get to the point, so I turned my attention to his friends. "I appreciate you boys being such good influences on his highness, but I need to talk to my son alone."

His friends looked at me surprised, but had no qualms about the request. Daphnes was a little surprised, but then again he didn't object to anything. He knew this was coming.

"Of course sire," Gunter said, then gestured for the others to follow, "let's go."

The others were also well mannered and respectful.

"Yes sire," Maximillion replied

"As you wish sire," Zelvious said.

With that, the three boys went about their way and headed back to the castle. On the other hand, my son turned towards the target again and took aim. He took another shot and his efforts were rewarded again, not a bull's eye, but right of center. He was going to need to work on his weather prediction if he wanted a direct hit. After the shot, he put his bow down and looked over at me.

"Did mother send you out to scold me father?" he asked suddenly.

I grinned.

"Partly," I replied, "but you know she means well."

He groaned and took aim again at the target. This one was a bit more aggressive, like he was taking his frustrations out on the arrow. He took one last shot and he was getting closer to that center, but not quite. It was impressive though.

"That was pretty good," I admitted, "you keep this up, you'll master the compound bow in no time."

Daphnes grinned.

"Father," he started, changing the subject, "when will you and mother stop treating me like a child?"

I took in a sigh. I knew that question was coming.

"Is that how you feel?" I countered.

Daphnes nodded.

"Yes," he said, "I'm going to be sixteen this year. That's considered of age. Why are you treating me like a prisoner?"

That was a bit dramatic.

"I don't know if a prisoner would have access to such beautiful greens as you do Daphnes," I half-joked.

He rolled his eyes and was about to take aim again, but I stopped him.

"Put the bow down for now," I said, "I'm speaking to you."

Daphnes audibly groaned at my request, but obeyed my command anyway. He placed his bow on the ground and reluctantly turned my way. I saw the frustration he was feeling and in many ways I understood it. However, he needed to understand that there was more to life than gallivanting around the city. I walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. He avoided my eyes and looked upset.

"I read the Hyrule Historia this morning," I said, "you made quite a stir yesterday."

Daphnes crossed his arms over his chest.

"That's all nonsense," he rebutted.

I raised a brow.

"Is it?" I asked.

He finally looked me in the eyes again.

"You were younger than me when you ventured out into the world," he said, "why am I any different?"

I had no rebuttal for that.

"That is true, but it wasn't as it is now," I reasoned.

He gave me an obvious look.

"You're right, it was a more dangerous time, with the world expecting a boy to save them," he replied. "What you did was way more dangerous than anything I have done."

He had point.

"I was only able to make those decision because I had the Triforce of Courage," I replied. "Farore's blessing is what gave me strength and safety."

He shook his head.

"Father you know I wasn't going to run off," he said, "I just wanted a bow."

I sighed.

"Why didn't you just wait for the guards?" I asked.

"Because I'm not a child!" he said, stepping from my grip. "I don't need a guard to go to Castle Town."

I stared at him for a moment.

"It isn't about Castle Town, it's about your attitude," I said frankly, "you're becoming careless. Your mother and I have both noticed it. If some enemy were to catch wind of that they could exploit you."

He shook his head.

"Father-" he tried.

"I need you to listen to me," I interrupted quietly. "You don't understand the world as I. You have no idea how wicked the world can be. Ganondorf seems only like a legend because people have moved on with their lives, but he was real and his danger was real. There are those who still follow him or his ilk. They lurk in places. They lurk in towns. They have spies. They have networks that can infiltrate. You are not aware of how fragile our seeming peace is." I then walked up to him and gripped his face between my hands while looking into his eyes. "You are my son. You are my firstborn. You will be king some day and I need you to understand what that responsibility truly means."

He was staring at me slightly shaken. I hadn't been serious with him like this in a long time.

"This isn't about a bow," I said, "this is about you understanding who you are. You are the crown prince of Hyrule. There are many who would like to see otherwise. There are many who would like to see you dead. I shield you from that because that is my role as your father. But do not think that the world is not out there festering, waiting, watching, hoping to see the Nohanseens fall. This family has a lot of enemies. They would relish to see the crown prince dead."

Daphnes was breathing a bit faster now. It was sobering what I was telling him.

"I'm not telling you these things to scare you," I said, "I'm telling you these things because they are true. I'm telling you these things because you are going to be of age soon and you will have to make some big decisions. Your brothers and sister look to you for the future. Your mother and I will not be around forever and you must realize what that means for you. So, you cannot be reckless with your life."

Daphnes was silent for a long time before he nodded.

"Father, I wasn't suggesting that I didn't understand the danger," he said, "I just want a little bit of freedom, but I'm sorry."

I hated for him to think I did not empathize with him. I did. I really truly did. I lived in this fishbowl for many years. I knew how grating it could be.

"Look, I promise that I will arrange for you to get to out of the castle without having a heavy presence surrounding you," I said. "Perhaps we can go with your friends one day soon on a ride throughout Hyrule Field."

He didn't seem too enthused by that, but he nodded anyway.

"What other choice do I have?" he asked.

I took in another deep sigh. It was going to take him some time. When he was little he couldn't leave my side. Now that he's older, it seems his old man is no longer the peer he cares to please. I missed those days when he relished being around me. Perhaps they would come again.

"Very well," I said, "I will arrange it."

"Very well," he replied.

With that, Daphnes went and grabbed his bow again. I watched his form as he gripped with left hand and strung with his right. The arrow zinged through the air and hit his target. He was left of center this time, but he was improving. I stared at him for a moment,

It wasn't easy disciplining or receiving discipline, I thought, but once Daphnes received it, it was like these arrows. They could shoot with amazing accuracy and once they hit the target the lesson was learned. He was already getting better,

"Again!" I called out to my son.

Daphnes took aim once more and he released his arrow. It was getting closer to that center.

"Excellent," I called out to him, "excellent."

I saw a hint of a smile from him. All was not lost.

One day Daphnes, I thought, one day when you have a child of your own, you will see. You will see.

The next chapter will be up soon.