Raoul was shocked by the event, placed his finger on a vein in Shiros's neck for seconds, then said: "Did you kill him?"
"No, he didn't die, but it's a lesson for him."
Cloud said this arrogantly.
Raoul got angry: "If you cause him any permanent problem, the reckoning will be hard."
"He just wanted to learn sorcery... You didn't have to be so harsh with him."
"He wants to learn sorcery?" Cloud said coldly.
"Hahahaha, this little troublemaker learn sorcery? Don't make me laugh, sir."
Amid the café guard's mockery, Cloud said: "I will teach him sorcery... rather, warlockery, and he can make up for his mistakes afterward."
But Raoul was concerned with the present: "Did the boy go into a coma or is he dead or what?"
"It's a coma; I can end it anytime."
.....
"Shiros... Shiros, wake up."
"Mom, didn't you die? What are you doing here?"
"And what am I doing here? What is this place?"
"Shiros, remember what I told you: you must climb the ladder of the kingdom. You must become great like your father."
"What do you mean? My father isn't great at all. He abandoned us and left disease, poverty, and homelessness to gnaw at our bones."
"Shiros, I will always be with you and close to you."
Shiros began crying uncontrollably and screamed: "Mom, I promise you..."
"I promise you that you will return to my side one day, like the old days."
..........
Raoul bent down, placed his hand on Shiros's head, and after seconds, the boy woke up.
He was silent, his eyes gloomy, and he said: "Mr. Cloud, teach me sorcery and warlockery, please."
"No problem."
The café guard was annoyed but couldn't speak because he had indeed received a bribe, and if he talked more, Shiros would expose him.
Raoul was the first to notice this sudden change in Shiros's personality.
So he said: "Shiros, I'm happy for you, but what's wrong? You've changed; I feel a strange aura toward you."
Shiros looked at him for seconds, then suddenly returned to normal.
"Oh, uncle, I don't change, hehe, but I was shocked by the intensity of the pain and the consecutive happiness."
Raoul sighed and directed his gaze and words toward Cloud: "If you treat him despicably like this again, I'll prevent him from you, and then I'll find him another teacher."
The café guard was shocked: how could an innkeeper treat a sorcerer—or rather, a warlock if we're precise—in such a rude way?
But Cloud was calm: "No problem, sir. I offer my apologies."