Leaving the garden, Malin noticed a giant man approaching. This Frost Giant's face was full of wrinkles, but they were 'gifts' from the wind and snow, his body full of vitality. Seeing him, Malin felt a bloodline connection... this must be the grandfather from his body's maternal side.
Malin stood there without further thought.
The elder saw Malin, was momentarily stunned, then looked at him. Gradually, his eyes reddened, and he lowered his head, placing his left hand on his chest: "Greetings, Your Highness Malin Gaiate."
Seeing the regret and grievance on the elder's face, Malin finally extended his hand. The elder knelt on one knee before Malin and pressed the back of Malin's hand to his forehead.
"May you live long, Your Highness."
"And may you live long, Grandfather."
For some reason, the word 'grandfather' slipped out of Malin's mouth.
The elder widened his eyes in surprise, and the next moment he opened his arms and hugged Malin.
