Mirza sighed and smiled afterwards. "No, my dear Ezra. It doesn't hurt anymore."
"That's a relief, father," Ezra replied.
Mirza pecked his son on the forehead and went out, Ezra gazed at the left back of his father until it the door was closed and Ezra shut his eyes down to sleep.
<2 Months later>
As time passed, the news of Bloodfang Kingdom conquering some of its lands back spread like fire. There was not a single city which haven't heard of this news.
The days of Ezra in Bloodfang were about to end, and the admissions of Sects opened, a large event held once in 5 years.
Ezra was having tea with his mother beside him. "How is the tea, my handsome son?" Tania asked.
Ezra blew the hot tea, ripples tangoed inside the cup, Ezra took a sip and said. "The tea is fantastic, hmm!... it has a new taste and scent. You bought some foreign leaves from merchants again, isn't it mother?"
