章 92: Before the Tournament (3)

            "I see. My boy is quite popular in the academy," Elior's mother said, giving him a hug.

            The press got more of his time than Elior had intended, but still, he was here. The matchup will be announced within a few minutes, and Elior only has that much time to get together with family. His father was stoic as he had remembered, watching the things with a curious gaze, but silent nonetheless. On that note, it was the first time he was seeing his father after the regression. After he lost so many, after he fought in so many skirmishes, so many battles, deaths and his own death. His regression was more like the memory of the future of the other timeline blending with his sixteen years old self, so he could not say he missed them really like who the failed Elior would have appeared, but in some sense, he could not help turned sentimental seeing them.

            His father had not asked him anything other than just looking at him carefully.