Happy Birthday, Law! XI

"Uncle Stefan."

Law narrowed his eyes, etching the man's face in his head. The longer he stared at him, the more he distinguished some resemblance he had to his father. Not just by the color of their hair, he had some minor resemblance that could make one say he was connected to Samael.

"I never heard your name from my father," he said, clutching his hand as he had a bad feeling about this. "You are not invited to this party, so you should leave before I tell my father."

"Oh, no, my little nephew." Stefan clicked his tongue continuously, sighing while cocking his head to the side. "Don't be so heartless. I risked my life going here to meet and greet you a happy birthday. How can you chase me out like that?"

"I'm leaving." Law let out a sharp sigh as he attempted to turn around but stopped when Stefan crooked a finger.

"Come here, nephew. That is not how you greet your uncle."