It had been a little over two months since the death of Helen Fress, Gran had signs of malnutrition, he had been eating very little all this time, and he had not even spoken to anyone, I feared that something more serious was going to happen to him, if he did not recover from his depression we would also suffer for being his vassals, that was very worrying indeed.
I went to Gran's desk, who, when he wasn't outside, wasted his time in this place, always staring blankly. On his desk was a pile of letters that I had sent to them and I had not read any of them, and now it was simply my turn to leave yet another letter with no return address on the table.
-Son... How do I get you out of this torment?
It had started to rain, and Gran was still sitting in a chair in front of Helen's grave, I had to do something, so I decided to go and talk to him.
