Conspired

A blue-robed little boy, who was no taller than a hundred centimeters, ran in the courtyard with adorable steps before he hugged Founder Alstreim Windstorm's legs. Only then did he notice that there were many others in the courtyard, causing him to hide behind Founder Alstreim Windstorm's legs.

"Little Ermin. It's fine. They're our people."

Founder Alstreim Windstorm lifted little Ermin and held him in his arms. The little boy only took one look at them before losing interest. He turned to look at his grandpa, his eyes tearing up.

"Why did grandpa leave suddenly again? I'm going to... not talk with grandpa if… grandpa… keeps leaving us..."

"Ah! Little Ermin. Grandpa won't disappear without a word again. I promise…"

Founder Alstreim Windstorm made a consoling expression as he caressed little Ermin's head, causing everyone else to blink.