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And like that, my mom dragged me downstairs and sat me down in front of the table. My father was there as well as my little brother and Nephilim. Both of them were already looking rather gloomy, as if they had undergone the torture that was my mother's scolding.
She started to lecture me about what had happened. She had come running here once her spirits sensed the presence of something incredibly malign, probably Sarach, but arrived when we had just slain something even worse. Her reaction was quite expected.
My father was more gentle with this, and seemed rather proud of what I did though, while my mother was talking about how she almost died of a heart attack.
"Zephyrus you're no longer allowed to go to the outside of this city until you grow up a bit more! I don't want you to risk your life." Sighed my mother. "And if we ever go outside, it will be with dad, alright."
