Sir Ares, Goodnight

The mountain was quiet, yet Zayne's anguish wails echoed throughout the valley.

His voice ultimately reached the ears of the older woman and the young man who were walking on the narrow road. The old woman looked up at the house that was high up on the mountain and when she noticed the familiar figure, the old woman became despondent.

'Is that Daddy?'

Hearing the voice of Uncle Zayne, Baby Zetty was confident that the person outside the courtyard of the house in that high place was the person she had been missing for a long time.

It was just that the mountain road was winding and narrow. It would take her a long time to walk over even though it was somewhat close by.

Gale noticed that Baby Zetty's eyes had turned red and could not help but ask curiously, "Do you perhaps know them, Sis Zetty?"

Baby Zetty glanced at her hunched and white-haired self, thinking how distressed her father would be to see her in this old shell.

Baby Zetty vigilantly reminded Gale, "Remember, Gale.

From now on, you must never reveal my real name."

Gale nodded. "Okay."

Baby Zetty withdrew her arms from Gale's helping hand and wanted to run toward Daddy as fast as she could. She wanted to let him know that she was healthy. It was just that her old body refrained her from doing so.

retracted her hand from

filled with despair as she said, "Oh my God, being old is such a

helped her up again and exclaimed, "Let me lend you a hand,

Zetty no longer

figures who were approaching them on the winding road. When he vaguely saw Baby Zetty and Gale

lady with a young teenage boy.

"Well, they have legs as well, so

and plants, yet they don't seem to have been poisoned by them." Zayne

skills as

party pooper and said, "Or they're well-versed in the

Zayne immediately became disheartened.

stone steps of the house, she was so tired that she

and handed her a bottle of water. "Do

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Please call me Lady

her own daddy calling

at Baby Zetty in scrutiny at the moment, feeling like he had seen

and merely narrowed his sharp