Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

“Is it really not… some sort of trap…?”

“I… don’t think so… After all, I can’t detect any mana. There’s no magic formation on the ground, either. I don’t think anything would happen even if we went over to it.”

Mommy Vyvyan and I sat behind a tree to wait for the owner of the crucible to show up for it. The crucible was our bait. I was sure that as long as it remained here, the owner would come for it. However, the two of us staked out fo long time. We waited from morning until the sun was down behind the trees, yet nobody came.

I wondered if the crucible would rust if nobody came for it. I suspected it was a trap, in that it was bait to lure us over. Mommy Vyvyan clearly shared my thought. Mom backed off a little then examined the nearby mana again. But nonetheless, it was affirmative that there was no magic formation. In other words, it was a trap without a magic formation. I confidently scanned our surroundings. I didn’t find anything to suggest that there was a trap in the trees… I looked in the direction of the crucible.

We were in a dilemma. Should we approach the crucible of our own volition? It could’ve been a trap but might not have been. Alternatively, we could keep waiting. If we activated the trap, the culprit would spring. If we continued patiently waiting, we might’ve won. It might not have been so complex.

The creatures all had issues with their mana. Based off the information we had on hand, it wasn’t a problem. We didn’t know if it’d evolve into a problem when their mana surged on the full-moon night, though. If we didn’t resolve the issue, we might’ve had a tragedy on our hands as a consequence.

I glanced over to Mom. Mom didn’t look panicked. Elves were much more patient than humans. Mommy Vyvyan didn’t think a contest of patience would be an issue. She wasn’t in a rush to resolve the issue, but I wasn’t too enthusiastic about waiting. Who could guarantee the culprit didn’t forget it there? If we went over to it, we might’ve been able to find out what they used it for.

“Mom, I want to go and check the crucible out.”

Mom gave me a smile: “Do you? It’s not too safe to do that. Frankly, Son, if it’s a trap, an accident might happen when you touch it. Mommy told you already: dark elves might be in possession of some strange magic.”