"Mother!"
Igni screamed in fright as she quickly moved to block her mother's mouth. Could it be that her mother is actually an airhead?
"Please ignore what she said, my lord!"
She pleaded as Prima struggled to remove her hand from her mouth. After a short while, she finally succeeded in prying off Igni's hand. Her eyes were narrowed as a fierce smile crossed her face.
"Igni... you've grown strong."
"...!"
Without warning, Prima charged forward, her hands poised as if to grab Igni. Igni moved fast, meeting her midway. Two pairs of hands locked as they began a contest of strength.
"To think you'd reach my level this fast...! As a mother, I'm proud of you!"
"Really? Then stop this nonsense and let go!"
The two started to fight just like that. I turned to Igni's father, whose name I have no recollection of, and asked in a hushed voice.
"Are you not going to stop them?"
"Hmm?"
