"Xiao, it's been a long time"
Said Yumo. Seeing the exceptionally handsome black-haired man standing in front of her with utmost respect, Yumo revealed a sweet smile.
She instinctively jumped down from the large rock and walked slowly toward Xiao, reaching out to pat his head.
Since Yumo looked younger and was significantly shorter than Xiao, the scene was somewhat odd, but Xiao didn't mind.
He lowered his head to facilitate her touch, and a feeling of happiness emerging in his usually indifferent and emotionless face.
Although he didn't call Yumo 'mother' like the other demon kings, Xiao, who had lost his mother at a young age and was raised by Yumo, had long regarded the black-haired girl in front of him as a mother figure. Being cared for by a motherly figure naturally filled him with happiness.
"Yes, Lady Yumo, it's been many years."
