"GRANDMA, you want me to adopt someone?" Neoma asked, confused. "Are they… your child with Lord Yule?"
Roxana covered her mouth with her hands when she giggled. "Do I still look young enough to have a child with my husband?"
She gave her grandmother a double thumbs up. "Totally."
The Light Goddess bobbed a playful curtsy for her. "Thank you for the compliment, my precious granddaughter. You made this old woman happy."
She just laughed softly as a response, then she turned serious. "Grandma, I don't mean to complain. But I've been struggling all this time and yet, the moment we met each other for the first time, you asked me for a favor. Granted that I didn't ask for help, I still feel like you and Lord Yule are treating me like a pushover. You both give me near-impossible tasks to accomplish while giving the bare minimum support."
To be honest, she felt bad for saying those things to her grandmother.
