'My son, come before me."
The fifteen year old human boy had grown so tall that he was already as tall as Mike's shoulders.
The blonde-haired, purple-eyed teenager stepped forward obediently.
'Mother says that you are my father!"
'Not bad!"
Mike nodded mildly.
'My son, what is your name?"
'Mother named me Reinhart!"
The teenager replied.
'Reinhart?, good name. It seems that your mother, wanted you to be a man like a lion!"
Mike exclaimed, then asked.
'How did you get here, boy. As I recall, the goblins keep a tight rein on you."
'Father, I came on a griffin!"
The teenager pointed outside Paradise Mountain, where a griffin was slowly flying in the sky.
Beside it, there was a winged soldier following far away.
While looking at the griffin in the distant sky, Mike shook his hea
