"Idiot! How could you be so damn stupid!? Damn it! How did I end up with a useless grandson like you!?"
In a luxurious and spacious room, a middle-aged man was furiously beating a short, overweight young man in front of him.
The middle-aged man was just as short and round as the one he was hitting.
His tanned hair was cropped short, and he wore a round hat and monocle perched on his face.
His slanted eyes sat above a thin, M-shaped mustache, and two prominent gold teeth gleamed from his upper canines and front teeth.
Dressed in a golden robe and adorned with lavish jewelry, he radiated the aura of a man drowning in wealth.
He was Belfor Horven, head of the Red Obsidian Trading House—and the father of Melinda Horven, Zarak's mother.
And the pitiful man receiving the beating was none other than his own beloved grandson, Zarak.
But this time, the usually arrogant and prideful Zarak looked wretched.
