A Vow To Mother

A young man with brown hair in casual clothes appeared in front of Edison. Behind him was a woman in erotic maid clothing.

Looking at his servant's reverence, a smile broke on the young man's haughty face and he ruffled the latter's hair like one would to a dog.

Edison showed a satisfied smile and stood up, rubbing his hands. "Your Highness, would you like a tour of these backward, please? These uncivilized savages would be blessed for generations to be seen by you."

Merov paused for a moment and expanded his senses. They enveloped the solar system and studied human civilization in a few breaths.

They're humanoid—like most sentient civilizations—but didn't seem any special. They were too weak, too primitive.

Merov subconsciously rubbed the ring on his finger with a forced smile. He was reminded of his own past by this civilization.

Weak. Pitiful. Forgotten.