When a worldview upheld for nearly a lifetime collapsed, anyone would need time to accept it.
Grandpa Wayne, who seemed so stubborn, slowly closed his eyes as Vincent demonstrated magic for the seventh time.
When he opened them again, the shock on his face had vanished.
"Why didn't you tell us something this important sooner?"
Eric gave a bitter smile under his gaze. "I was afraid you'd have a hard time accepting it."
"Bullshit!" Grandpa Wayne roared, then calmed down.
"You little bastard ran off to the army right after graduating from Eton, then suddenly told us over a decade later that you were getting married."
He snorted heavily. "If I couldn't accept reality, I would've gone to the Royal Recruit Training Camp and tied you up to drag you back long ago."
"Yes, yes." Eric put on a fawning expression. "Dad, you're right. I was too immature back then."
Grandma Wayne shook her head. "All right, we believe magic exists now."
Vincent hurriedly changed the teacup that had turned into Blue Fatty back to normal and began introducing the Wizarding World to them.
He had barely gotten started when the golden retriever's head kept rubbing against him.
It was probably terrified, so he habitually pulled out several bags of snacks.
No wonder he had raised the owl into such a fat little ball.
Grandpa Wayne and Grandma Wayne looked up at the ceiling, torn between laughter and tears.
Gu Gu had stopped trembling and was even staring longingly at the steadily dwindling snacks.
"Our school's headmaster is 112 years old this year. He's currently the most powerful wizard..."
Before Vincent could finish describing the strange Dumbledore, the snack-craving Gu Gu suddenly swooped down and snatched away a biscuit being handed to one of the Golden Retrievers.
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