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Cale opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was the white star annoying face.
The bastard who killed his family.
With his sword, stained red with blood. He tried to cut off that arrogant face.
But he can't.
Because suddenly everything turns black.
"Did I died?" He whispered to himself.
The first thing he saw was a ceiling. Then he heard a sweet voice that he missed so much.
"Oh my? My eldest son is awake?".
There he see. His mother. Well and healthy. His eyes were shaking. He couldn't hold back his tears. He cried out loud.
"Hmm? What's wrong cale? Did something hurts?" His mother ask with a visible worry on her voice and expression. While trying to hold him and gently pat his back.
At that time. Cale tried to touch his mother face. He stopped crying because he realized. His hand. His hand is so tiny and chubby?!
Jour saw her eldest son stopped crying when he touch her cheeks feel her heart warm. Gently rubbing her nose with her son's soft and chubby cheeks. And gently wiped her son tears with her finger.
"Are you okay now, my Cale? Mother is so worried that you will wake up your twin again like yesterday. But I guess our Cale is more quiet today." She said jokingly with a chuckle.
Cale who's happy to see his mother happy face felt like she just drop a bomb to his head.
He internally screamed..
'I HAD A WHAT?!'