Chapter 9: Birthday Party, Meeting An Old Nemesis
"You really love gold, don’t you?" my mother teased, noticing my gaze had drifted to the color around the hall.
Gold balloons. Golden streamers. Even the birthday sign had golden glitter across the edges. White and gold and blue. The entire venue was built around those three colors.
She reached out and tapped my cheek.
"We picked this color because of you," she said. "You stared at the golden boxes longer than anything else. So, we thought... why not go all out?"
I didn’t know what kind of face to make. My parents were starting to think I was a gold-digger.
’They are not wrong. But I only like it as I can absorb mana from it.’
Still, their assumption worked in my favor. Because they brought me gold colored and even gold-plated toys.
And today, they’d bring much better gifts.
’I don’t know what gifts they have prepared, but I need to make sure they give me something even better than what they’ve prepared.’
I shifted a little in her arms, then placed my small hand over hers. I looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes, trying to channel the most convincing baby look I could manage.
She looked down at me, blinking.