Calm your Tits, Pops

Alessia sighed for the umpteenth time as she closed the book of Alchemy in her hand.

It had been a few months since Zion had disappeared, and she was very worried about him.

Although the latter had sent their family a letter through Laplace Demon, as a mother, she still couldn't help but feel worried about her seven-year-old, who should be home with them right now.

Suddenly, Remi, who was initially sleeping on the couch beside her, raised her small head as if she had felt something in the distance.

The four-year-old then walked toward the sliding door that led toward the backyard. 

Alessia followed her youngest with her gaze, but the moment she saw someone on the other side of the door, the book in her hand dropped to the floor.

The sliding door opened wide, and Remi didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her big brother, whom she hadn't seen for months, and then started crying her eyes out.