That night, the conversation between Hiraeth and Irish found no common ground. Iris stuck to her stance of wanting Hiraeth to live as much as he could without forcing himself, while Hiraeth had assured Irish that he never forced himself to do anything. He did everything because he wanted to, He also did all he could to convince Irish, but it didn't work out.
In the end, Irish seemed to disagree with his son's wishes and chose to end the conversation. Irish asked Hiraeth to return to his room and got rest early. Irish could not make a decision on her son's wishes, so she chose to run away.
Hiraeth didn't argue with Irish. Yes, for now he would not argue with Irish in the slightest. Perhaps it's different from when he was Evan Evescent. She would argue with her mom all night until she finally won the argument, or at least they found a middle ground.
It was different with this life. Everything was too simple, yet too fragile. Irish only wanted Hiraeth to do fun things, she didn't want him to get involved in anything he shouldn't. Despite the fact, Irish herself failed to fulfill his wish because she could not provide the best for her financially.
Even so, Irish still felt reluctant to fulfill her son's desire to help fulfill household needs, especially the kitchen. It couldn't be denied, since Hiraeth intervened in fulfilling the needs of the kitchen, he never ate hard bread anymore or potato bread that he didn't like. But she was sad when she had to accept the fact that her son had to be more mature than his age. At least, her son didn't need to think about how to earn money. That was what she wanted to do.
While Hiraeth really meant it when he said that he did it all because he wanted to. It was not because he was forced to. After all, for Hiraeth it was nothing compared to him in a past life.
In the past, when he was Evan Evescent, he had been dealing with hard matters since he was young. He started sword training at the age of five. Although it was only a basic movement, he had already trained his sword skills. Until finally he used magic for the first time at the age of seven.
He got additional training, that was controlling magic. When he was ten years old, he was already dealing with various kinds of files. Starting from letters, until finally he started learning files and managing the documents. So it was not surprising when he was at the age of fourteen, he was respected both in terms of business ability, politics, and talent. Wasn't he too perfect in the past?
But this time was different. if it was seen from the real Hiraeth's side, then there was almost no goal he wanted to reach. Although he had said that he wanted to be like his idol, 'Evan Evescent' , there was no evidence or effort from the real Hiraeth. In other words, it was just an idle wish. While he, who was occupying Hiraeth's body, had a great purpose. Namely to get revenge on Disher Phosphen.
That was good. Of course. But everything was not easy as he had to start from the beginning. No, perhaps he had to start from the minus line, since there was no one to rely on at the moment.
No physical ability, no relationships. The real Hiraeth had nothing but his mother, Irish loved him so much.
"How lucky you are in the family aspect, son. You have the love of your mother." Hiraeth muttered to himself, though he knew, the real Hiraeth would never hear his words, for it was likely that the real Hiraeth's soul had been swallowed up by Timira. In other words, he was completely dead, leaving an empty body that was at the moment occupied by Evan. Which was becoming more and more unified by the day.
***
"Good morning, mom."
Hiraeth greeted her when he was in the kitchen. He woke up early this morning because he also went to bed early. When he heard a noise in the kitchen, Hiraeth woke up.
Hiraeth smiled when he saw Owen follow Irish in the kitchen. The little bird was following Irish's steps. Like a child following his mother. If it took a look, Owen was like a bird that had been trained to be tame to humans. He also seemed to be able to communicate despite the fact that Owen didn't really understand.
"Good morning. Sit down, breakfast will be over soon."
Nothing different from Irish. Everything looked the same and nothing was different. Just like the morning before, greeting with her soft voice, and a smile every time she spoke to Hiraeth.
"Let me prepare the food for Owen." Hiraeth said.
Irish turned to her son who approached, then gave him a knife and a snake that was stored in an airtight container so that it would not rot easily. "Give just enough, but you have to give it often. That's better for Owen."
Hiraeth nodded in response. He immediately carried out his mother's task by cutting the snake into pieces. Hiraeth also planned to prepare lunch for Owen so that later he wouldn't have to bother cutting snake meat again.
"I heard that eagles love to eat insects."
"I know it too. But it seems Owen prefers meat," Hiraeth replied. "Come on Owen!" Hiraeth invited Owen to move to the dining table.
Owen's plate was placed on the floor which was a little messy so it was better if the bird ate under rather than on the table. At the same time Irish put the bread that was still steaming on the table.
In a short time, Irish had served all the menu to the table. Including a glass of milk for Hiraeth.
"Milk?" Isn't it stale?" asked Hiraeth innocently as he looked at his glass. "But it has no smell."
"That's not the milk you bought yesterday."
"Then?"
"I bought it earlier while waiting for the dough to rise." Irish said while sitting down in front of her son. She began to eat with Hiraeth.
"So the milk is stale?"
"Yeah. Because the container is already open You should buy a small size."
Hiraeth looked at his glass that was still half-filled with milk. Earlier when he had said the milk was stale, Hiraeth had been reminded of something. Again, when he was a young man.
"Mom, I heard a story in the market." A meal and it tastes a little strange but delicious. I think I like it."
"What"
"I forget what it is... but..."