"Salaark's palace is the most beautiful place I have ever seen, but I can't stand the thought of living here. Lutia is the place where I was born, where I met your mother, and where I hope that in a very distant future I'll die surrounded by the love of my grandkids." Raaz said.
"Don't worry, Dad." Lith returned the embrace. "Rena gave you four grandkids and I'm certain that with a bit of effort Tista can give you just as many."
"Don't get smart with me, son, or the next time your mother gives you the speech I'll side with her instead of you." Raaz said with an amiable tone while patting Lith's back.
"You wouldn't dare." Lith looked him in the eyes while swallowing a lump of saliva.
"Welcome back, Solus. We all missed you a lot." Raaz dodged the question, sending a cold shiver down his son's back.
"Thanks, Dad. I missed you, too." She would have liked to come out of the stone ring and greet him properly, but she couldn't.
"Son, if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to Lutia to instruct my farmhands about the sowing. With the ongoing famine, I'm thinking about focusing on strong crops that might sell for less but ensure a bountiful harvest in case of bad weather." Raaz didn't ask her questions, but he worried for her nonetheless.
After living with Lith and his lies for so long, Raaz knew that something was probably wrong with Solus and for some reason, she was hiding it from him.
"Quantity over quality. It's a good idea." Lith nodded. "Do you mind if I come with you? I miss our village and I'm eager to check if everything is alright."
"Of course you can be my bodyguard." Raaz laughed. "Now stop wasting time with your old man and go clean yourself up. We'll continue this talk after dinner."
Lith Warped to the mana geyser inside Salaark's palace, allowing Solus to assume her tower form.
"It means that either you really need to exercise more or that you got one step closer to a normal human body!" Lith opened his arms, but this time she punched his shoulder.
"Enough teasing me, you jerk!" She got up from her bed and walked briskly out of the tower.
She wasn't actually mad at him, just worried about a recurring feminine problem that she had perfect theoretical knowledge about but no practical memory.
Chapter end
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