Suzanne Lustwood

With the fireworks being displayed, Alfred and I got out of the chariot. He urged me to move towards the entrance of the Duke's mansion.

With a red carpet laid down from the chariot towards the doorstep of the mansion, I sauntered towards the entrance.

There were twenty men dressed in a butler clothing lined up in rows by my right while twenty maids did the same by my left side.

"Welcome back Lord Dante!!" All bowed deeply and declared simultaneously and in return, I raised my hand in acknowledgement.

I opened the door and was shocked to see ...

"My baby is back!!!"

Yep! My mom was waiting for me. She jumped towards me before hugging me so tight as I was suffocated between her heavy G-cup bust. She clearly didn't have the intention of letting me go anytime soon.

"Mom!! I think that's enough, " I tried to escape from her clutches while using the chance offered to me to gasp for air.

"Nope!! Not yet!! I'm so glad my baby is back, " She said before pulling me back into her embrace.

It's nice to have a mother who dotes on her child but hers is a little too extreme. This is the result of being the youngest child in the house. You get treated like one.

Even though I'm an adult aged twenty two years old now but still I'm nothing but a child in front of my forty two year old mom whose divine elegance and youthful appearance says otherwise.

Based on the fact that humans over here live for over a thousand years here, my mom actually has the appearance of a woman in her mid twenties.

*Sighs* I might as well just give in to what she wants before she uses that as an excuse to never leave my side.

My mom had the same silver colored hair whose length reaches to her waist and teal blue eyes just as yours truly.

We're both of similar height and right now she's dressed in a tight black dress that exposes and showcases her rather sexy shoulders.

The dress reaches just above her knees and due to the over sized melons she possesses, the dress could barely conceal the firmness of her embonpoints.

And the name of my dazzling mother with the appearance of a woman in her mid twenties is Suzanne Lustwood.

"My Lady, I'm pretty sure he'll suffocate soon enough if you keep doing that,"

The sound of my dad's husky voice reverberated within the room as he descends from the wide stairs capable of occupying ten men standing apart with their arms spread out wide. A luxurious red carpet was also laid on the steps.

"Oh!! My baby!! Look at you! So handsome," My mom remarked as she pulled my cheeks while trying to ignore what my dad said.

" You've grown more meat in your cheeks? You've been eating? Ahh!! Wait, don't tell me. You've got a girlfriend right?"

Honestly, this woman's intuition is one of the few creepy things I've come to love and fear about her. I simply smiled to her suggestion hoping for someone else to talk and by someone I mean my Dad.

"I'm right aren't I?! Come, come and tell Mommy all about her. I'm sure she must be as beautiful as my baby boy," My mom held my hand and was about to drag me into her room before.....

"My Lady, I would like to have a few words with my son first," My dad remarked.

"What did you just say?" My mom snapped as she glared at my dad with her eyes that were on the brink of being filled with rage.

Reading the room, my dad's head began to accumulate cold sweats and he timidly replied.

"Um? Hungry? Yes!! That's it. I said Dante must be hungry," He grinned as he declared hoping my mom's rage would dissolve.

My dad stood about 190cm tall with his ginger colored hair clearly of the same color as his mustache.

He simply wore a white long sleeve shirt with a black colored trouser underneath. He is also of the same age as my mother.

My dad, who is actually the highest rank noble of the Rosswell Empire had been granted full privilege by the Emperor himself to be in control of the Crimson blood City as its Duke.

With my brother and sister being Darik and Deborah Lustwood respectively, my father's name is Damon Lustwood.

"Hungry? My boy didn't say he was hungry. Dearest are you hungry?" My mom looked towards me with the most loving gaze a mother could offer her child.

'Grrr!!!'

Barnacles!! My stomach spoke for itself. Why do I always act like a child whenever I'm around this woman. Why?!!!

"Aww!! My baby is hungry." Now she's rubbing my stomach as though she wanted to hear the rumbling of my stomach one more time.

She then grabs my hand and pulled me towards the dining room before shifting her glance towards my father.

"Honey?! Tell the head chef to prepare my baby's favorite meal,"

I intended to yell at my mom to stop treating me as a child but after much consideration, I decided to stay quiet. After all, who doesn't love pasta.

Hearing what my mom had to say, my dad glanced towards Alfred standing in the doorstep and nodded towards him.

Acknowledging what my dad was insinuating, Alfred nodded in response and immediately teleported towards the kitchen.

Teleportation spell is a common spell among adventurers. Though it's the most basic of all spells, still the number of limits every adventurer could conjure up using the spell varied with every increase in ranks.

"Dinner is ready Your Grace," Alfred teleported back from the kitchen.

So fast!!

That was really fast!! Oh! Wait. The chef would have been informed of my arrival before hand. I guessed he knew I would love to have my favorite meal in the menu and so to prevent mother from being ired by his delayed cooking he had taken precautionary measures.

"Splendid!! Now come on dearest, it's time you eat."

We arrived at the vast hemispherical shaped dinner room where a long glossy marbled table was placed in the center with over twenty dining room chairs .

We each took our seats with my dad sitting at the edge and my mom facing directly towards me. With three of us being the only ones here, it was apparent that both my brother and sister had yet to return home.

And not long after, the chef arrived.

*Click*

"Dinner is served,"

With a click of his finger, everyone's favorite meal appeared in front of us by magic.

Drifting my gaze downwards, I noticed the only meal in this world that had a resemblance to the ones from my previous life.

I gulped down my saliva as I noticed the chicken garnished in my Fettuccine Alfredo. I couldn't help but look towards the chef who winked at me in return before teleporting away.

'I love this chef,'

I said to myself before the ceaseless munching of a ravenous man commenced.