"Are you..."
"Yevian?"
Ridon Yulestroth's agony-torn face scrunched up as he looked at the teenage boy before him.
Yevian nodded emotionlessly.
"Son of Ridon Yulestroth. Your son, to be exact. And aren't you a heartless one."
"I don't think that's the word for it..." Ridon chuckled tiredly. "But you're on the right tracks..."
Ridon gulped down.
"How long has passed?"
Yevian scratched his head in boredom, confused by his father's mildness.
"A few years. I lost the tournament as you know and then you disappeared. Mother was caught by the Crystal Night curse and we were left in Gramps-, the Duke's care."
"So why did you return now of all times Father? Are you perhaps returning victorious? Did you clear the infinity dungeon? Are you here to tell me the secret to your power? Or rather... What you call power."
His Father's figure shook.
