As the warm voice entered his ears, Lucas could not help but visibly paused.
At that mont, the door was opened, revealing a gentle woman with a warm and welcoming smile on her face.
"Quick, co in, I have already prepared dinner for you and your father. He just texted that he is on his way ho as well," her mother, Rosana, stated with a welcoming gesture toward her son.
As far as he could rember, his mother had always been gentle and kind toward him and his father. She was also very hard working, taking care of both her husband and son wholeheartedly. Lucas had never heard her complain toward them, no matter how hard their life was, not even once.
For such a loving mother, Lucas had always been grateful.
"I'm ho," a warm smile etched over Lucas' face as he finally took a step to enter the so-called ho.
This so-called ho was quite small. Their dining room and small kitchen was all in one place, and there was only a small space in front to entertain guests if there were any. There were only two rooms, one for him, and the other for his mother and father. They live frugally and don't have any lavish furniture, only buying the most basic necessities needed for daily survival.
As a man from another world who experienced better things, of course, Lucas was not satisfied with this way of life. For him, having a loving family was not enough. He must let them experience bliss and make them worry-free for life. He had been working hard in his studies and did not dare to slack-off, all for the grand ambition of becoming rich and giving back to his parents.
Unfortunately, in this world, studying hard and topping the class does not guarantee one's future achievent. It would help, but such help would only amount to nothing if not paired by good talent determined through the grimoire.
Not long later, a robust figure knocked on the door of their house. Lucas stood up and opened the door to see his father, Lumbert. A man with a huge build and vigorous face. He has a face full of beard, the kind that accentuated his looks and muscular build. His father once joked that he was a lady-killer during their high-school days, earning a harrumph from his mother at that ti.
In terms of looks, his mother and father indeed did not fail. They were pretty good looking, allowing Lucas to inherit their looks without fail.
In his previous world, such looks of his father and mother might even allow them to beco small-ti celebrities. Unfortunately, in this world, one must not only have a good look to beco a successful actor or celebrity. If they vie to beco one, they must also have a good beast and good grimoire to support their career.
Anyway, upon entering the house, his father smiled widely and ruffled his hair before walking toward his mother who was still cooking.
She looked at his father's huge stride with a stern look before saying, "Ah-uh, wash your hands first, you might accidentally contaminate the food I'm cooking."
Lucas chuckled lightly after seeing that his father slumped weakly after hearing his mother's words. Lucas rembered that everyti he ca ho, he would go straight to his mother and hug her tightly. At first, it was pretty awkward for Lucas, but he had grown used to it and he would even find it unusual if his father did not hug or kiss his mother upon arriving ho.
Anyway, the room went unusually quiet after his father made his 'ritual'. The two of them knew that today was Lucas' awakening day, but they never spoke about it, just silently waiting for their son to make an announcent himself.
The two of them considered this day a big occasion, they even took so money from their savings just to buy at so they could eat delicious food to celebrate today's occasion.
However, not saying anything was even more unbearable for Lucas who did not know what to say and where to start.
Should he directly tell them that he awakened an Unranked Grade Grimoire and follow it up by saying that there was no need to worry as he still has reassurance?
Yet, for the current Lucas, the matter of his future and how to announce it was not what he was afraid of.
What he was afraid of was the reaction his mother and father would have upon learning that he had awakened such a weak grimoire.
The thought of rejection and abandonnt filled him with dread. He was afraid of feeling such emotions, especially if it ca from his loving parents.
Ti moved swiftly in this small place called ho.
Lucas' mother prepared and served their dinner. He helped by bringing so plates to the table, while his father, due to the nature of his work, was quite tired, hence, was only resting on his reclining chair, waiting for the duo to call him over to eat.
The aroma of at wafted over Lucas' nose. For such a grand occasion, Lucas noticed that even his mother had used her treasured condints to make it even more delicious.
As Lucas took a sip of the hot broth, it brought warmth toward his throat. The feeling traveled through his stomach as he felt the warmth and love of his mother through this hot broth.
His father did not speak anything, just silently slurping the broth and eating the tender at. For him, this was the best complint for a cook.
As he finished his serving, a resolute glint finally appeared on his eyes.
"Mom, dad…" he spoke as he looked at his mother and father.
The duo looked at each other before they decided to stop eating, waiting for Lucas to continue.
"My awakening…" Lucas clenched his fist under the table.
He knew that he must make this step, regardless of his parent's reaction.
He only hesitated for a bit before he continued with an action.
He silently summoned his Unranked Grade Grimoire, presenting it over to his parents with his head hanging low. Even though he already steeled his resolve, he still does not dare to look at his parent's eyes and reaction.
His parents looked at the unremarkable grimoire that floated before them. They looked at each other and released a relieved sigh.
At the next mont, his father's stern voice entered his ears.
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