"Being called grandfather by a young man not much smaller than me is truly a strange experience."
The young man in the painting blinked. "What's your name? Are you Jean or Miller's child?
"I'm Marvin. My father is Jean," Marvin answered simply.
"Are they okay?" The man in the painting anxiously fretted, "After I left, I didn't pay attention to White River Valley for a very long time. I gave the valley to your father, but his innate talent isn't very outstanding. I always worried about you guys."
"After you left?" Marvin was shocked.
"Could it be that you haven't died?"
The young man laughed for a bit. "Of course, it's just a prank. But it seems I won't be able to return for a little while. To let everyone think I'm dead might have been for the best."
Marvin suddenly felt a bit dizzy.
His own grandfather… Was actually still alive?
