"Aren't dads illusions a little too powerful?" Nero asked his mother as they drove past countless monsters and cursed beasts. Moving or travelling about at night would attract countless curses. This was a fundamental truth that everyone knew, though in cities the army had somehow managed to reduce the number of curses that would appear. But even that wasn't foolproof.
His father would never give a straight answer, if only because he'd like to irritate Nero. His mom, however, might just answer.
"It wasn't always like this," Marilyn said, her voice low, as if lost in a memory. "You already know that your dads family weren't much into fighting. Your grandfather used to work in a forge, and that's how their family has always been, but your dad wanted to be different. Unfortunately, his innate ability wasn't that great, and he wasn't too physically gifted either."
Marilyn sighed, and paused for a few minutes.
