"So, my little girl, tell me, why do you have time to visit your poor mother today? You're never one to come to me without a good or serious reason, which I find very realistic and, admittedly, a little disappointing. Sigh, if only you could be more carefree, life would be perfect... Sigh, I miss the days when you were young and always ran around me, saying you wanted to protect me."
The silver-haired lady said this with a beautiful, nostalgic smile. Fenrir, however, had already turned her head away, too embarrassed to face her mother, who seemed in full teasing mode.
"Okay, now stop being shy and tell me what trouble you're having."
"Actually... It's nothing big, I... I have a friend whose wife was injured by some kind of ancient dark magic. She's on the brink of death, so I was wondering if you could take a look and see if there's any way to save her," Fenrir hesitated for a while. But after gathering her courage and seeing her mother's gentle smile, asked softly.
