"Isn't this a lot?" Hiraeth asked, when he noticed the stuff they had bought.
Hiraeth noticed a table which was full of their shopping goods today. The sky was getting dark outside, which meant that they spent about four hours shopping. It was tiresome, of course. Hiraeth couldn't imagine it.
So far he just shopped for about two hours, but at the moment they spent time longer.
"There's nothing wrong with buying a little more goods. Take a break first, I'll prepare dinner. Afterwards we think of a solution for your plan.
Hiraeth nodded, he left the kitchen immediately and headed to his room. Hiraeth normally would help Irish to tidy up the groceries, but he didn't do it this time. He rushed into the room as he had to treat his wound.
Hiraeth pulled his pants up to show the injured knee, not to mention his palm was also injured, so Hiraeth had trouble hiding it from Irish. He had to endure the pain when he carried their groceries which made the wound on his palm even worse.
Hiraeth turned to the door, and Owen got into the room while screaming several times. Was he worried about his owner?
Hiraeth took the medicine box in his room, it was used to treat Owen a few times ago and at the moment it was also used to treat him. He had not been injured for nearly two months.
"Just watch out, I'll break your legs one by one!" Hiraeth muttered while cleaning the wound then applied the medicine.
The wound Hiraeth got was not because he stumbled over a stone or fell from a high place, but it was because of the actions of naughty children who lived in Lareh. They always had trouble with Hiraeth, even they were not afraid to make him injured like at the moment.
What made Hiraeth upset was that they did it in a group, if they fought one on one, he was sure he could get rid of them, especially the fat boy named Joe. He led bad boys for bullying the weaklings of their age or below. Whereas they just could use low-level magic, and Hiraeth was sure that they had no much mana.
Hiraeth grimaced when he applied the medicine on his wound, and this was not the first time he was injured because of Joe, this was the worst as they did it in a group so Hiraeth couldn't defend himself.
An hour ago, before they returned home, or rather while they were at the market. Irish was focusing on shopping at one of the stores that sold all goods to buy other needs. Hiraeth decided to take a break outside the store as he was tired and the doom happened at that moment.
Joe and his friends came up all of a sudden and grabbed Owen by force, then took him to a quieter place. Hiraeth chased them up without thinking twice as he was afraid of them hurting Owen. Moreover, Owen was still injured on his wing so that he couldn't release himself.
Hiraeth didn't regard the risk over his actions, but he also had no regret in doing it. If he hadn't come in time to save Owen, then it was certain that Joe would have made the little bird as the object of testing the magic.
Joe was a fat boy and taller than Hiraeth. Besides, he was two years younger than Hiraeth but his physic was better as Hiraeth was always sick. That made him the target of bullying at his age.
He was upset, of course. All this time he had never bullied juniors or seniors who were weaker than him. In his previous life, if he wanted to be judged better than people he hated, he would invite them to an official duel, then beat them in that duel. not in such a lowly manner. That was really embarrassing.
The reason Hiraeth still dared to chase Joe up was because he saw the two men of Joe, but when he set in at a deserted place it turned out there were six of them.
For now, It was impossible to defeat them just by relying on his physic without the help of magic. Hiraeth ended up with wounds on his knees and palms. Another part of his body was thigh, but it was just a slight bruise.
If the farmer hadn't passed by, Hiraeth would have been battered and Owen would have been hurt.
Joe and his friends were chased away by the farmer who happened to be going to the market. Because of the farmer, Hiraeth did not get many injuries. But it still felt hurt!
"Come here, Owen. Let me check the wound on your wing." Hiraeth said, calling Owen.
The bird approached then spread its wings, revealing the wound to Hiraeth. "Thank God, the wound is not getting worse. Maybe you'll be able to fly soon." Hiraeth said happily, as did Owen, he screeched in response.
Hiraeth really wanted to see Owen fly, not only would it look cool, but it would also help the bird save itself if something happened, and Owen could also hunt mice if he recovered.
"It looks like there's no need for a bandage. It only needs to be treated with medication." Hiraeth said again.
After treating Owen, Hiraeth began to think about how to use his mother's power as much as possible because he realized that ice is not something eternal like land. If the land controller made something then the shape wouldn't change, it would last for a very long time, even for years. It depended on the witch, the more skillful he was at using his magic, then the better and longer lasting it would be.
It was different with Irish who was an ice controller. The magic she created would definitely melt away within a certain period of time. No matter how good an Ice magic controller was, their power had a limited time, it was because Ice is not immortal.
Therefore, Hiraeth thought of how to maintain the magic of his mother in a room or container so that it did not melt quickly.
"If she freezes the room, it will melt away quickly. Especially since it is summer. Wind and temperature affect the melting process of ice." Hiraeth murmured, observing wind gaps in his house.
"A place that can retain moisture... it's like... a wine room? Doesn't a wine room stay moist even in sandy areas?"
Hiraeth got up from his lying position, then looked at the floor. He smiled before leaving the room.
"Mom... I found a solution!"
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TBC