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"Your grandmother must be arriving at any time by now." My mother said, nervously sipping her tea.
"Calm down a bit, you're so nervous it's clear all over your face, Faylen." My father tried to calm her down.
"Ugh, but it's mother! S-She's… she's hard to deal with. I often think she's on the clouds all the time." My mother sighed. "I wish I had a mother with a bit more of common sense. And… a less strict and ruthless father."
"W-Well, you're already an amazing mom yourself!" I complimented. "And my dad is very gentle and nice, and cool!"
"I-Is that so? Hahaha…" Mom quickly changed her face and blushed a bit, feeling all embarrassed.
She was easy to please… a few compliments and you got her.
"They say you can't change your parents after all." Said Arafunn. "Sylphy is a lucky girl to have such great parents, right, Faylen? Maybe yours can't be ideal of a parent you wanted them to be, but you are a great one."
"A-Arafunn…" My mother felt a bit shocked by his words.
He was really silly most of the time, but when he said stuff like this, it was clear he had lived for a while and was a wise old elf.
"Though, she's so old… Grandma I mean, is it even possible to change her mind at this point?" I wondered.
"I-I don't know. The older we elves are, the less likely it is for our mindsets to ever change." My mother admitted. "We… we are stubborn people."
"Yep, no doubt about that." My father laughed. "But it's not like they're bad people either. Your mother and your father… might be weird, but they're good at the end of the day."
"Yes, I am aware they're not evil monsters." My mother sighed. "But they're certainly not the ideal rulers of a Kingdom… Well, my father's personality was shaped through countless wars and battles, his mindset has become cold and calculative because of this. Meanwhile, my mother… grew in luxury since she was a child. Never denied a single thing, praised for her wings, and always seen as a saint. She never underwent challenges, or trials, nor ever suffered. She grew spoiled, selfish, and… became someone that bases everything on how "cute" or "beautiful" things are… Which is a really annoying quirk of hers."
My grandparents from my mother side were quite something, two rulers of an enormous Kingdom that spread all over the largest, most ancient continent in the planet. Probably the strongest Kingdom too. Humans had to create a Kingdom Alliance to compare to the Elves even slightly, and it constantly has disputes for power balance, unlike the Elven Kingdom which maintains itself stable for generations.
I guess a ruler for such a thing has to be strict, cold, and calculative, my grandfather must work very hard. Though… that one time we meet he was quite the bastard. And since then I haven't even seen him. To elves these years we haven't meet are nothing much than fleeting days. So I suppose he doesn't even care.
And as for grandma… Her last visit was some months ago. She likes to come see us, mostly because she loves adorable grandchildren, and constantly praises us for our "cuteness". I bet that when we grow up, she'll probably not even care about us… She's really weird. But for now I guess I'll have to play my role and act cute to try to get her attention and see if she can cooperate in funding Agartha some more, after all we are literally in the country's borders, we need much more protection.
"She was a Saint?" Wondered Zephy.
"Saint? Oh yeah. From the country where she comes from, sometimes, children from the royal family can be born with wings, a part of our ancestry that goes back to the Age of the Gods." Said my mother. "Those with wings are called Fae, and my mother is a High Fae of utmost bloodline purity. She has exemplary magical prowess since she was a baby, and her Mana Reserves… might be higher than Sylphy. Her magic is almost god-like, but she barely uses it for anything."
Higher than me? I don't think so, I have endless Mana! …But I guess mom doesn't know that. So her words might be also a way to say that my grandma is ridiculously powerful.
Yet… she doesn't use her magic?
"But why not?" Asked Zephy.
"Well that's because your grandmother is dumb." My mom sighed. "And she says doing magic tires her out and gets her bored. Father has to convince her with many gifts to even make her use her god-like magic to enchant the capital's crops and water every ten years. Her primary elements are Nature, Life, and Light, but all three combined creates the Blessing Element, an unique attribute only High Fae Saints can wield, which allows her to conjure god-like miracles and blessings, purifying anything, creating things, and more. It costs a lot of her Mana though, so her exhaustion might be actually justified."
"A-Amazing… Grandma's cool!" Zephy was amazed.
"W-Well, she is…" My mom sighed. "She is alright."
"Only alright?!" I asked. "That magic is insane!"
I quickly spoke to Alice through telepathy.
"Do you think I cold ever use that magic?" I asked her.
"Hmm… perhaps in the far future. After all, my very composition possess the Divine Runes, which contain all elements. Once we grow strong enough a path that could lead to conjure Blessing Magic might emerge." Alice said.
"Amazing… If I could truly get this magic, thins could change for the better." I sighed. "Well, for now, that's that."
Like that, we walked out of the house after talking about our grandparents for a while, and as we made our way to the capital of the city, we saw an enormous airship flying across the skies, fueled with Magical Engines.
"It's grandma! She's here!" Zephy said, celebrating.
"So she's finally here." My mother said with a smile.
"Alright everyone, let's go greet her. Remember to be polite." My father said. "And cute too! Be as cute as you can! Cuteness is your strongest weapon against your grandma, Sylphy!"
"I got it daddy!" I nodded.
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