"Ack–! Y-you... Couldn't you let me down gently..."
Asher's voice trailed off as he looked up.
The woman who he usually called second mother and joked around but despite that still looked at him with a gentle face was frowning horribly.
'Horribly' was an understatement. Her face was twisted beyond measure.
"Tell me son, Do you hate cultivating? Do you hate training? I could kill you depending on your answer and it won't be quick."
~Gulp~
Asher swallowed all the words he wanted to say and he quickly thought up an excuse.
"I don't dislike training but well... I've been busy..." He averted his eyes.
"Busy? You call flying through a garden busy?" Evornia frowned deeper.
"Garden? That's a fores–"
"Don't change the topic. Garden is garden, forest is forest. Is that the only problem you have?" Evornia interrupted him.
"Yes." He replied.
"Then my plan should be the best solution here."
