Safe, Cage

The small living room went quiet after that.

Lumber did not ask any more questions, as if seeing the number of stars in his grimoire was more than enough to answer all of it. He carefully tended to his son's wounds, careful as possible to not add pain to the already grim wound.

The areas Lucas had failed to reach before were carefully cleaned by his father.

Tending to wounds was a basic skill that almost every human on the planet should possess and hence was taught everywhere for free. No one knows when a dungeon or a beast would descend, so it was important to know how to survive on your own while waiting for the arrival of rescuers—if there were any.

His father suddenly spoke.

"The world of a genius... I don't know what it's like. What I do know, though, is that it's always accompanied by danger and countless trials."