That red mark seemed remarkably similar to the birthmark on his grandfather's hand.
The more Velin looked at it, the more alike they seemed. He was about to step forward for a closer look when he suddenly slammed into a barrier.
Kyle flashed behind his lord, steadied him, and absorbed the impact.
Once Velin regained his footing, he looked at the rippling barrier before him with lingering fear.
Kyle released him and stepped aside. Looking at the barrier, he suggested, "My lord, shall I try to break it?"
"Forget it. Since the owner of this place doesn't want us getting closer, watching from here is fine. I'm rather curious about what my grandfather's childhood was like." Velin waved a hand.
Since his lord had said so, Kyle abandoned the thought of acting and watched quietly.
The boy circled the well to avoid his mother's stick. Seeing the gate to a small courtyard open, he clutched his pants and ran inside.
The sturdy woman held a stick and shouted, "You little brat, stop right there!"
"No!"
The boy refused without hesitation and prepared to enter the courtyard.
"If you dare barge into someone else's home, I'll hang you up and beat you tonight!"
Hearing his mother's warning, the boy slowed for half a beat. His childish face was full of hesitation. He looked back at his mother, who was still furious, then gritted his teeth and darted inside.
The scene shifted. After a faint flash of light, the two appeared in the courtyard.
The boy closed the gate and watched his mother leave through the crack. He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the gate, and panted heavily.
I shouldn't have stolen those books to sell. Mother's so angry now. If Father finds out...
At the thought of his father,