The child picked up from the slave market became a son.

Mother.

You've become so small that you don't even reach my shoulders anymore. Or perhaps I've simply grown too large.

But I have no intention of becoming independent. After all, who would ever welcome a separation from their parent?

Mother, my dear mother. Where are you going again on those small feet?

I've prepared your black tea again today. Of course, I didn't put any poison in it... I just cast the stabilization magic you taught me.

Mother, please have some tea.

Clink—.