Book 14: Chapter 17
“Good evening, Son. Were you a good boy during the day?”
“Uhm, welcome home, Mom.”
Vyvyan appeared at the dinner table on time with a smile in the evening. I looked at Mom and then plate before me. I was familiar with the dish. Mommy Vyvyan’s dish was delicious as always. However, I didn’t have an appetite. Eating was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to bring up my discovery, but I didn’t dare to when I saw Mom’s blood-red eyes.
Mom cut the meat pie in front of her. The juicy meat spilt forth. She placed a piece into her mouth and leisurely chewed it. I could literally imagine the scene of Mom grinding it into mush with her teeth, and then the meat broth inside dispersing the same way as the poor deer’s neck. I felt nauseous when I imagined it. Sure, I killed before, but I never ate somebody. At night, I bit into Mom’s neck the same way she bit into the deer. I probably greedily sucked out her blood, too.
“What’s wrong, Son? You look as though you don’t have a good appetite. Are you not feeling well today? Mm… You didn’t replenish much of your mana last night. Is that why you’re feeling tired now? It’s all right, Son, I have found a way to treat the root of your problem. You will soon be able to return to the North to live.”
I was stunned. I placed my fork and knife down. The abrupt news left me speechless. I was so delighted and consoled that I nearly passed out. I found the result I most wanted all of a sudden. I didn’t know what Mom was up during the day, but she really did it! If that was my limit as a hybrid elf and human, then Vyvyan just shattered my limit and allowed me to live on. As if I had the foggiest idea what Mommy Vyvyan did. Regardless, she just revived me from the dead.
Trembling and sounding as if I was crying, I questioned, “Really?”
Mom solemnly nodded: “Really. Would Mommy lie to you about this sort of thing? Mommy is your Mommy, so Mommy will definitely save you. I will succeed where others have failed. That’s what makes me your Mommy. Son, do you understand now? No matter what you do and regardless of how you are, Mommy will be able to help you. Mommy can save you. Mommy is your Mommy. Mommy will always protect you and love you for eternity.”
Those were very heart-warming words, and Mommy Vyvyan had a successful track record of backing those words up. For some reason, nevertheless, her blood-red eyes on me exuded a frightening vibe. Imagine knowing a wild beast was staring at a sheep, and imagine how that sheep felt. I felt the way the sheep would’ve felt. I felt as if Mom would rip me apart as she did with the meat pie. It was no longer the love of a mother for her son, but an overwhelming possessive feeling. Mom evidently underwent some sort of change. Those eyes… were dangerous.