The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 Have You found My Mother?

Chapter 380 Have You Found My Mother?

He stared at the incoming video screen, his expression more serious than ever

Only after a full thirty seconds did he slowly, reluctantly press the accept button.

And a delicate, porcelain–skinned little boy appeared on screen.

His features were as if God had personally sculpted them–flawless and angelic.

But right now, his cherubic face was set in a grim, almost cold expression that looked far too mature for his age.

Hiemaly, who had braced himself mentally, still felt his scalp go numb at the sight of the tiny devil who’d haunted his nightmares

The boy looked at him calmly and called out in a soft, even tone, “Uncle Hiemaly.”

Hiemaly felt his reason telling him to respond.

But emotionally. He didn’t dare.

Not that the boy expected much. Without waiting, he asked in that same quiet voice, “Have you found my mother?”

Hiemaly froze. ‘Opening with a hell–tier question–typical.‘

Kid, your mom doesn’t even remember she had you… You pop up out of nowhere, and you’re not worried about giving her an emotional breakdown?

Still, Hiemaly knew how sharp this little boss’s senses were.

No matter what he thought, his tone stayed smooth. “There’s a lead. Shouldn’t be long now.”

He watched as the boy’s tiny, blank face grew colder.

It was somehow even more ice–cold than Hiemaly’s infamous poker face.

Worried this would end in disaster, he quickly added, “Once I find her, I’ll make sure to arrange a way for you to appear without shocking her.”

The boy said nothing, simply stared at him, as if weighing the truth in his words.

Only when Hiemaly started to feel extremely uncomfortable under that gaze did the boy finally speak again. “When?”

Hiemaly felt like he was looking at a miniature, upgraded version of himself.

He didn’t know where did this kid get this personality from.

His sister wasn’t like this. Cassian sure wasn’t either…

When he didn’t answer, the boy raised his brow slightly. “Hm?”

Almost automatically, Hiemaly replied, “It’s hard to say.”

The boy pressed his lips together and said, “Three days.”

“Impos…”

Before he could finish, the boy suddenly curved his soft lips into a charming smile.

“Dear uncle, I’ve gathered quite a few photos of some very pretty ladies. I like every one of them. Should I send a few to Grandma?”

Hiemaly was utterly speechless.

He knew it.

He stared at the darkened phone screen, savoring the memory of stendy’s feed express the sa face was unmistakable