"Okay… I'll go with you," Edison said softly.
He glanced back at his grandfather, who was still wiping away his tears, his eyes shining with joy, as if Edison were simply setting off to have fun and learn magic. And perhaps that expectation wasn't entirely wrong. After all, Edison would indeed learn many things, especially about awakened abilities and the wider world beyond his own.
Kisha, her hands full, was absentmindedly holding Edison's hand with one hand while juggling several paper bags in the other. Edison gripped the barbecue skewers Kisha had bought from the first stall.
Not long after, they arrived at her mother-in-law's workshop.
By chance, Mrs. Winters was guiding an elderly woman inside, someone eager to help with the other side of the workshop, like peeling garlic and onions or cleaning vegetables. She was about to explain the tasks when she noticed Kisha walking in, a child in hand and looking somewhat dazed.
