Moreover, her son had returned to see them.
He just hadn't appeared in person, that's all.
"Link..."
Mrs. Grande once again gazed out over Katosi Harbor, as if she saw a sailing ship, carrying her son, drifting into the distance.
This departure, she guessed, would likely be the last.
A crystal-clear tear slid from the corner of her eye.
"Go on, Link, make something of yourself; don't worry about home."
Mrs. Grande muttered to herself, unable to hold back the tears.
"Mommy, Mommy..."
Just then, her three-year-old son woke up from his nap, crying out for his mother.
Wiping away the tears with a silk handkerchief, Mrs. Grande composed herself, picked up her younger son, and began to play with him.
Life must go on.
Aboard the White Sail:
Link withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked into the cabin, no longer haunted by the past.
In the Human Immortal Martial World, he had once repaid the debt of having been given life and nurtured.
