Sixteen: More Loot and Quests

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"Daughter," Revil addressed his daughter as she was leading him and Levini to the room they would be staying in for the duration of their trip. "Alistair doesn't seem too fond of us. Have you any idea as to why?"

"Honestly, no," Rel sighed, completely unaware as to why I avoided my grandparents. "It's hard to tell what's going on in his head, most of the time. What I know for certain, however, is that he hungers for emotional connection. He was very excited to meet you both, in the days leading up to this, so I'm also puzzled as to why he acted so coldly towards you..."

"Did we do something wrong?" Levini asked, a frown on her face. "I don't remember either of us saying anything that could've upset him... was I too clingy?"

"Not really," Rel said with a shrug. "Plenty of people around him are even more touchy than you were, as much as I try to dissuade it, but he seems to have no real problem with it."

"We'll just have to try hard to get his favor, then," Revil stated firmly. "His birthday is in a month. He might appreciate certain texts from the royal vault."

"You don't mean..." Rel's eyes widened as she looked at her father. "That magic is stressful, even upon me, and I have a great spirit to assist! He may possess nearly as much mana as me, unrefined as it may be, but it could be dangerous!"

"He doesn't have to even attempt it, in the near future," Levini pitched in. "But if he is to attract a spirit of his own, he'll need to do it sooner or later. Better to do it the traditional way, before he accidentally cuts himself off. We learned our lesson, with you."

Rel blushed, but continued regarding her parents seriously. "Alistair is a very intuitive boy; eager to learn, quick to act, and very stubborn. If you give him that scroll, he will attempt it that very night, and as powerful and smart as he is, he may not be able to find his way back if he goes too far. Not to mention the beasts, and the terrain."

"True as that may be, I believe he could do it," Revil said. "My spirit tells me that Alistair's potential far surpasses any being he has ever seen, even gods. Having him bond now would allow him to reach that potential, and perhaps grasp even further."

Rel remained silent, worried, more than anything. Her second son was a prodigy among prodigies, and had knowledge from another world, but could I stack up against a higher plane of existence, and all it contained? What if she lost her son, because she and her parents were too eager to see him grow? Rel was already hesitant enough as she was, letting me venture into my dungeon and out into the city when I wasn't even a year old, yet.

But at the same, she knew she couldn't keep me contained forever. As much as she wanted to keep me as a baby, and simply live like that forever, I was a reincarnator, with intact memories and a blessing from the gods. She would never get that experience from me, as was made clear the moment she had seen that I attained my first awakening. It saddened her, somewhat, but she knew better than to mope about it.

' Alistair... ' Rel thoughts, a sad smile on her face. ' Oh, how I wish to have been your first mother... to have raised such a fine young man... '

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