With the flame held in his left hand and the stick in his right hand,

Another flame was lit on the stick as well.

The two flames, looking the same, under the irregular red glow,

Marcina smiled and said, "These two flames are just the beginning of everything."

Everything refers to the story of Cyclone and Marcina, a story Cyclone had forgotten.

The time went back six years ago, in the year 496 of the Attersass calendar, Shia day.

On the hottest day in Plantain Village, the two met by Cyclone's doorstep.

It wasn't a special event, nor a miraculous encounter.

Just a simple greeting from the newly moved neighbor.

"Wait!!!"

Just as Marcina was about to talk about the past, Cyclone, who asked for it, suddenly called a stop.

The time jumped back to the present, at the exit of the underground sewer.

"Neighbor?! The one next to my house?!!"

Marcina nodded and said, "I haven't been home for a long time..."

Come to think of it, wasn't the house next to Cyclone's the one that got demolished for Sonja and those two Poison Brothers?

Cyclone fell silent, not daring to tell the truth in front of the great sorcerer Marcina.

After all, the house was demolished, and it was impossible to go home now.

But even as Cyclone asked an odd question, Marcina returned to storytelling mode.

The time went back again.

"Hello, I just moved in next door."

An elderly person placed several dried cakes in Cyclone's hands.

At the same time, standing beside him, the mother politely said, "We are already neighbors, no need for formalities."

Ignoring the adult's polite conversation, the eighteen-year-old Cyclone looked at the young girl in front of him.

"Sigh~"

Without saying anything, Cyclone just sighed.

Facing the new neighbor, the young girl was already very shy.

But Cyclone couldn't see any sign of a maiden's heart and instead sighed.

This action made the young girl even more flustered.

"You?! You're really... Sigh, whatever!"

Of course, the mother was displeased. The neighbor visited them so courteously, but their child was so rude.

Although the old man seemed indifferent, Cyclone's next words stunned everyone.

"She's still flat now, so she won't have big boobs when she grows up."

Smiling and shaking his head helplessly, Cyclone continued.

Everyone broke into a cold sweat. After listening, Cyclone's mother grabbed his left ear with one hand.

In pain, Cyclone dropped the dried cakes in his hand to the ground, desperately trying to free himself from his mother's grip.

"What did you say?!! Who taught you to speak like this!! It must be Gudas again!!!"

"It's... It's nothing, just a child..."

Cyclone's crying made even the old man worried and he pitched in to speak.

"Hehe, it's my fault, I will discipline my son properly?! Run away?! You want to run away?! Hehehe!"

The mother not only tried to maintain her own image but also tried to restrain Cyclone. Cyclone, of course, could escape.

And that was the first day Marcina moved next to Cyclone's house.

"Yes, yes, this is indeed my style. Back in the day, I had already developed a vision like Superman's. I could see the limit of breast development at a glance!!"

Time was interrupted again by Cyclone's words and returned to the present.

Cyclone stood on the side, nodding silently.

But this time, Marcina didn't wait patiently for Cyclone, instead, she ruthlessly hit Cyclone on the head with her staff, a hit that carried the fighting power of Cyclone's mother's past.

"Weren't you supposed to listen to the story of how we met?!"

"...Yes."

With Marcina's hit, Cyclone had no choice but to sit down obediently and listen to his unknown past.

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