Ashryn and his father returned home.
The moment they stepped inside, his mother rushed forward and pulled Ashryn into her chest, hugging him tightly.
"My boy!!!"
Ashryn burst into laughter.
"You look like a child, Mama."
Her arms loosened.
Her expression slowly shifted.
"Huh?"
His father immediately burst into laughter.
"That's just how your mother is."
She slowly turned her gaze toward him.
"Did you say something, my dear?"
Sweat trickled down the king's face as he waved his hands nervously.
"N–Nothing at all."
Ashryn smiled.
"Mama, we have to prepare for tonight. Everyone is coming."
She sighed deeply, then nodded.
"Fine, Ashryn."
She turned away, tying her cooking napkin with practiced ease, already slipping into her role.
Just then—
Footsteps echoed.
A navy Seraph Admiral stepped forward, his long coat fluttering behind him, the insignia gleaming under the light.
The king smiled warmly.
"Iru. Welcome, my friend."
Iru returned the smile.
"Thanks for that. How's everything going?"
"It's going great."
Iru crouched slightly and patted Ashryn's head.
"How are you doing, little guy?"
Ashryn smiled up at him.
"Great. How are you?"
Iru chuckled.
"I'm good. You're adorable, you know that?"
Ashryn laughed softly.
"I appreciate the compliment."
Iru straightened and glanced at the king.
"Let's go talk."
The king nodded.
"Sure. Let's talk."
They began to walk away—
while Ashryn stood there, unaware that this peaceful moment
was standing at the edge of something far darker.