“Hello, Dan.”
The little boy, who wore a white shirt and gold shorts, reaching to his knees with white socks to finish the look, stopped swinging the wooden sword in his hands and looked back, noticing the familiar dull red eyes and black hair. It was Ricostine Timberline, the crown prince of Hellever and the betrothed of his maternal aunt, Christal Furlorn, but both of them were referred to by Rico and Christa by their close ones.
“Greetings, Uncle Rico. Is there something I can help you with?”
The blonde-haired boy greeted him politely and waited for his next words, but all he received was a stare that felt like Rico was judging him from the very pits of his soul, which was unnerving. He couldn’t do anything but wait for a reply from Rico, as it was the polite thing to do.
“I will be
