The day came faster than I thought.
After a long week of training with Quentin, a part of me just wanted to rest at home, but as I promised the two of them, I was up early getting dressed.
"Both of them?" Mother asked, standing by the door as I applied cologne to my wrists.
"...Yes," I muttered.
She chuckled and said, "That's your fault for being born with your mother's face and your father's eyes."
"...Why couldn't you two have been a little uglier?" I asked as I grabbed a leather sling bag. I had potions and random things here and there that I would need in case of danger.
Why was I expecting danger?
I wasn't. But this is the world based on a novel. It's better to be safe than sorry.
"Just make sure to wrap up," she told me.
"Mom…" I was flabbergasted.
