"It's finally time. Jared, you... I'll miss you."
As Anabelle's sweet sobs rang in my ears, I stared lovingly at my mother. Somehow, why did it feel as though I was the father and she was the daughter who didn't want me to leave or something?
I gave her my usual charming smile, the best a 12-year-old could come up with, and reassured my mother.
"I'll be fine, mom. I promise. Besides, this is for the best..." My voice trailed.
As soon as I said this, my expression stiffened a little. She had to admit this was the best alternative, not just for my growth as a Magic-User, but for my safety. To know the reason for that, one would have to backtrack to the discovery the servants made early this morning.
After the party ended late in the night, and our guests left, I was escorted to my room in order to get enough rest for my journey the next day.
