A Kind Mother

"Do you have to leave so soon?" A young man groaned while standing at the entrance of a large mansion.

Clothed in thick woolen attire, covering his body from his neck to his toe, there was not an inch of skin visible.

After all, the air here was cold enough to freeze someone to death which prompted him to don thick clothes the moment he reached this place.

The only way one could make out his identity was by looking at his face.

Thick black hair with pure white irises, something deemed uncommon in this great kingdom of Rosenhyde.

Looking at the reddened nose of the young man, it was easy to say that the freezing temperature here was not what he had expected even during summertime.

The young boy at whom those words had been directed, turned around to face his friend.

"You can stay here for as long as you want but I need to make haste." He replied without any intention of changing his mind.