Chapter 1568Zeke put Missy down and started to help Lacey wash the vegetables needed for dinner tonight. “I want
to let Missy start training in martial arts.”
Lacey rolled her eyes. “Zeke, that wasn’t even a funny joke.”
Zeke scrubbed harder at the vegetables. “That’s because I wasn’t joking, Lacey. To tell you the truth,
Missy is a martial arts prodigy. That’s how good she is! If she doesn’t train and develop her abilities, it
would be a great loss for the entire world of martial arts.”
Upon looking at the serious look on Zeke’s face, Lacey felt her own smile freeze in place. “Oh. Well, I
have an answer for you then—don’t even think about it.”
“Lacey, please,” Zeke said pleadingly. “Don’t make a decision so quickly. Take some time to consider
it...”
“There’s nothing to consider, Zeke,” Lacey replied shortly. “I won’t allow Missy to train in martial arts.
Did you know, Zeke, that as a martial arts warrior, you’re always out there on the battlefield, fighting
and killing? You might not think anything about it, but I do. I’ve spent my days worrying about you,
afraid that someday I’ll hear that you died out there! If you want Missy to lead that kind of life as well...
well, how do you expect me to live on?”
Using his most placating voice, Zeke told Lacey, “Lacey, I can assure you that Missy will be perfectly
safe.”
Missy hurriedly chimed in as well. “I want to train too, mom. I’m grown up now. I can make my ownnoveldramadecisions.”
“No,” Lacey said with a sense of finality. It was better to nip this matter in the bud before someone
could give Missy false hope. “I won’t allow it. Go do your homework, Missy.”
“I will not.” Missy dug in her heels stubbornly. She might have been small, but her temper she had
inherited from her mother was anything but. “If you don’t let me train in martial arts, I won’t do my
homework! Also, I won’t eat anymore. No, I’ll just eat junk food. There’s no way I’m going to eat your
fruits and vegetables!”
“Missy!” Lacey stared at her daughter aghast, hand half-raised as if to smack her.
Zeke hurriedly restrained Lacey before she could do something she regretted. “Lacey, we can talk
about it. There’s no need to get physical...”
At this point, Lacey felt tears of frustration brimming in her eyes. “You two are as bad as each other for
bullying me together! Get out! I’d rather feed this dinner to pigs than let you eat it!”
She shoved Zeke and Missy out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
“You can come home when you decide to stop thinking about training martial arts,” she shouted angrily
through the closed door.
Holding Missy awkwardly, Zeke opened his mouth to speak before closing it abruptly, speechless.
Having seen and heard everything that just happened, Mr. Collins was biting his tongue hard to keephimself bursting out into laughter.
It was truly a case of rock beating scissors but ultimately being defeated by the humble cloth. Zeke was
an unstoppable boulder whenever he put his mind to anything, but Lacey was the cloth he would
always lose to.
Mr. Collins felt bad for Zeke—truly, he did—but no one could have ever thought that the number one
King Class warrior of Eurasia, a legend of the Ultimate Class who was the icon of the globe, he who
was undefeatable in battle, he whose enemies trembled in fear at his name, was afraid of his wife. And
now, faced with the wrath of his wife, he was as meek as a mouse, obediently shuffling out of the
house onto the streets.
The strain of holding in his laughter was going to make Mr. Collins burst. But he had to at least try, if he
didn’t, the Great Marshal would surely be angry.
Letting Missy ride on his shoulders, Zeke shot Mr. Collins a stink-eye. “Laugh it up, old man. I don’t
blame you, honestly.”
Finally free of his restraints, Mr. Collins guffawed heartily. Zeke sullenly aimed a kick at him that sent
him flying.
Mr. Collins just sighed and rubbed his rear ruefully. What happened to not getting physical?
With Lacey still fuming at him, Zeke hastily decided retreat was a better course of action. He would not
be going home for the time being. It was probably better if he only discussed the matter of Missy’s
training with his wife after she had calmed down. After that, Zeke brought Missy along with him to the Devonville Restricted Zone. Come what may, there
was one thing that would not change. Missy had to train in martial arts. To prepare her for the training,
Zeke decided that the sooner Missy could adapt to a martial art warrior’s life, the better.
And so, the soldiers of the Devonville Restricted Zone were treated to the unexpected sight of the
Great Marshal bringing in a fresh-faced little girl with him. An instant commotion proceeded to explode
in the zone.
For all her prodigal talents, Missy was still a little kid - a damn cute one at that. The soldiers of the
Restricted Zone fell for her charms almost immediately. They fussed and doted over her in equal
measure. Anything delicious or worth sharing they had, Missy was automatically given a share.
Even after being kicked out of their home, Zeke had to admit Missy was doing admirably. She had
quickly carved out a niche for herself among the soldiers of the Restricted Zone, who happily treated
her like a precious blessing.
Even an elderly servant called Nameless, who had developed a justified reputation for being the
coldest and most detached ba****d in the entire zone, doted upon Missy like a loving grandfather.
The old man had gone out of his way to buy a large variety of toys from the toy shop in town, a
whopping eight hundred miles away from the Restricted Zone.
Of course, he had his conditions - he wanted to take Missy as his apprentice as well, teaching her all
that he had learnt.