Chapter 301 - 293. Another World
"It’s possible to direct the payment to another account, right?"
"Of...of course, Sir,"
While it sounded like a question, Zein’s gesture and gaze told the administrative office worker that he did not ask for a confirmation, but told them to make it so. Not that the worker would reject it or anything, since all they needed to do was make sure the payment still came, doesn’t matter from where.
But Zein spoke in that way not just for the worker, but for Ria and Sherri as well. Perhaps because of this, or because they were still feeling guilty, the two retired guides could only open their mouth without anything coming out, looking conflicted.
So Bassena stepped up to lessen the tension and awkwardness. "I hope you don’t mind. It’s not that he has reservations about you taking care of her, but as a son, he wants to be the one taking care of his mother from now on," he said kindly to the three women. "I know because I’m the same as my mother."
Svadiva’s remains weren’t always placed in that beautiful cemetery hills or surrounded by the white flower garden. It was only after Bassena received the hidden inheritance from his mother that he could do it. It took him a long time to come to the decision too, because she wasn’t cremated, but buried in a casket, so he had to dig the whole grave to do it.
And he did it alone, without outsourcing any people. He dug the grave alone, he took the casket alone, he put the old casket in a more beautiful and sturdy one and buried it inside the new grave--all with his own two hands. Because he couldn’t do it in the past, as a mere boy without any power.
The strong feeling of regret and desire to take responsibility for his mother, even after she wasn’t alive anymore--Bassena knew all of it too well.
They looked at Bassena, half in wonder. Honestly, when they saw the Serpent Lord in their front door, they were scared. The thought that it could be their last day was there, knowing the esper’s reputation for being merciless and temperamental. But today, they felt like all of those articles painted him as such were a lie.
Bassena had been kind and gentle every time he spoke with them, and he was the one who always tried to break the ice between them. The man was even more gentle toward his guide, treating Zein as if the older man was his most precious.
Perhaps he truly was.