"As expected, you deliberately let him run away from home."
Watching Jason and Meredith sunbathe on the beach through the communicator, Su Ming smoked pensively. It turned out Hermione's parents weren't the only heartless ones; Jason wasn't worried at all about what his son might encounter in space.
"Sparta will still need him to inherit it one day. It may look peaceful here now, but the history of past invasions won't simply disappear." Jason's expression turned serious. If he hadn't been rubbing sunscreen onto his wife's back while speaking, he might actually have looked convincing. "As the heir apparent, Peter needs to go through this. He needs to understand the cruelty and indifference of the universe, learn how to fight and fly. He can't repeat my mistakes and become king without knowing how to do anything."
"That makes sense. Then I'll find an excuse to waive his brothel bill in Contraxia tonight, and send a few specialized models skilled in more extreme tastes to give him a proper 'education.'"
Su Ming smiled and nodded, preparing to cut off the call.
Jason immediately panicked, because Meredith had grabbed his ear. Southern girls in the United States could be no less fierce than men, with Texas women being the classic example, though Colorado women were no slouches either.
"Oh, really? You actually let our son go out and learn that?!"
"No, it was because we were worried he'd interrupt our thirty-third honeymoon." Jason grabbed his wife's hand to soothe her, and the young couple began arguing on the other end. "You agreed to it back then too. That was why we gave him the chance to steal the ray gun and spaceship and go adventuring. We even knew afterward that he'd boarded Yondu's ship."
"But you didn't give Yondu a heads-up, so