Gray was silent, the soul fire in his eye sockets dimming slightly.
"Have patience, child," the Observer continued, "I know your patience has always been good, but because of worry... please trust me, here ten years is equivalent to just one day on the Keltos Continent, it's only been three years. Your two children will surely be able to hold the situation, and even if they can't, the situation won't be so bad that you can't handle it when you return."
Hearing this, Gray suddenly froze, staring at the Observer without moving.
"What's wrong?" the Observer asked.
"Did something happen to them?" Gray said, "You've never mentioned my 'two kids' before, always just 'Richie.' And before, when we talked, it was always said that 'Richie could handle it,' not 'the situation won't be so bad that I can't deal with it when I return.'
At this, everyone present froze, hurriedly turning to look at the Observer.
