"How's school, Luke?" Rosana asked in a gentle tone.
She was sitting on a wooden chair; in her lap was the Gentle Dog, Spot, that Lucas had summoned the moment he arrived home.
This was one of his mother's stress relievers after all—stroking the smooth fur of his Gentle Dog.
"Don't worry, mom. Everything's alright," Lucas smiled and replied with a certain tone.
Rosana nodded her head and did not ask any more questions. As a low-grade grimoire herself, she knew the struggle and difficulties of having one. The best thing she could do right now was to not add to Lucas' stress and problems.
Just let him do his thing and let him explore on his own. Eventually, he will give up… Just like what they and the others did. And there was nothing wrong with that.
"Just stay safe, okay?"
That was all her wish for her son.
To be safe. Always.
Lucas nodded his head. He could feel his mother's concern over him.
