"Oh." Lith could swear he heard the Staff sighing in relief. "Sorry, Mom."
He turned around, just to see Ragnarök peeking from around the corner of the Forge’s door, with what he could only describe as worried gemstones on its crossguard.
"I won’t hurt you either." Lith said. "It will be no different from when you went from War to Ragnarök."
"Another name? I like this one." Ragnarök half sighed, and half groaned. "Why so fickle, Master?"
"Your name will remain the same, and so will your body and its design. As Solus said, we’ll just put you in a nicer suit."
"Like this?" The angry blade’s scabbard shapeshifted into a black-tie attire.
"Sort of." Now it was Lith’s turn to groan. "Now please, trust me and let us go back to work."
"Okay." Ragnarök Mirror Warped in the nursery to play with babies.
It turned its scabbard into a safe flying carpet for their secret adventures, but that’s a story for another day.
"Are we skipping dinner or what?" Faluel snarled.
Waiting wasn’t an issue for her. It was waiting for hours with a sack on her head and on an empty stomach like a war prisoner that made her cranky.
"I’m so sorry!" Solus took the black bag off the Hydra’s head, finding her sweaty and hissing. "Time sure flies when you’re engrossed in your research."
"It sure does." Faluel snorted.
"Look at the bright side." Solus said. "We are almost done with- Damn!"
"What’s wrong?" Faluel liked neither Solus’ expression nor her clenched teeth. "Another attack?"
"No, but nothing good either." Lith turned around as if he was looking in the distance, and his eyes became pitch black. "My parents, Rena, and Senton are overtraining again.
"Right after they calmed down, they started spending all their free time in the Firing Range. They consume lots of magic- and body-enhancing potions, but that’s not the issue. They practice magic without rest for so long that a single night of rest is not enough to recover.
"Their bodies must be screaming at them in pain, yet they refuse to stop. If they were Awakened and practiced Accumulation like that, they would have compromised their mana cores."Solus sighed.
"It’s a dangerous, reckless behavior. This doesn’t look good at all."
"Leave them be." Faluel replied. "Scolding them now would only make them feel even more helpless. It would reinforce their impression of being kids under your supervision and destroy what’s left of their self-confidence.
"Part of being an adult is figuring out your problems by yourself and knowing when to ask for help. Don’t take that away from them. I don’t think they can take it."
"What am I supposed to do then?" Lith snorted. "Letting them hurt themselves until they run out of steam?"
"Yes and no." Faluel shook her head. "Yes, you’re going to let them hurt themselves. No, because you’re not just letting them tire themselves out. You do it because you trust them and their judgment."
"You’re right." Lith lowered their gaze. "My parents and Rena are far from stupid. They are just frustrated and have to make an important decision. I’ve walked too many miles in their shoes not to know how they feel."
Dinner was peaceful, but the signs of exhaustion were visible on many faces, even Leran’s. While Protector was in the Infirmary, the young boy was too worried about his father to care about his own trauma.
’It’s too soon to be worried.’ Lith thought. ’Everyone has yet to process what they went through, and they are facing their inner demons their own way. Forcing them to admit what’s troubling them would only backfire.
’I need to wait until they open up on their own, or in the kids’ case, their parents ask for my help. There is no point in talking if they are not ready to listen.’
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