Asura and his father spent several hours planning and arranging their next actions, and both felt a strange joy from speaking with the other in this way. It was fresh for both Garret and Asura. However, before they could finish...
"Garret, don't make our son work so hard. He's only just won his first actual battle!" Ophelia scolded Garret softly yet commandingly while winking at Asura as she carried a large pot before placing it on the table. "Come on, let's eat."
"Ah... Forgive me, Ophelia. I was just excited to speak with him about such serious things."
The trio sat at the table, but when Garret reached for his bowl, Ophelia's spoon flicked his wrist. "Not yet. Others are coming."
