Chapter 26: Papai and Vovó: Dreams of Past Regrets

It was another dream.

Not a traumatic dream filled with monsters, blood and death, or the other kinds of dreams I had with either Marcellus or myself moaning like a couple of whores against some inappropriately used surface.

It was like a blend of memories of my time with the inn. I was around twelve years old or so, my Papai and Vovó were busy setting up shop for the day.

Ah. A dream of past regrets.

I had little to no memories of my Mamãe, the woman having died when I had just been six years of age due to a monster attack on one of her adventures. Vovó always said I took after her in terms of personality and looks, and my papai in terms of physique.

Either way, I just knew how much my papai and Vovó had sacrificed to raise me. Him working two other jobs as well as running the inn and Vovó working at nights in the night market to make sure my immense appetite was taken cared of.