Chapter 67: memories

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Tracer heads upstairs where her room use to be, but before she reaches there, she notices a familiar door

She enters in to find a large bedroom, where her parents sleep

Tracer: ... mother...

Flashback:

Young tracer: it's done!

She scoops up some curry she made into a container as she put on her coat and heads out

As soon she heads out the door, a butler notices her

Butler: m-madam, what are you doing?

Young tracer: going to see mama

Butler: but it's kinda far, and it's stormy-

Young tracer: I'll make it, don't follow me

The butler stop following her as he watches her leave

Young tracer: and don't tell my father

Young tracer was at a training base where she and her sister are trained harshly to become great assassins

As she makes her way back home she notices a dog growling at her

Young tracer: I'm sorry, you can't have it

The dog approaches her as she tries to run past it, but was tackled by it and she drops the container

Young tracer: ah! The curry!

She was able to push the dog off of her, and pick up the container as she begins running from it

After a few minutes, she arrives back at her house all messy

Maid: t-tracer! what are you doing here by yourself?

Tracer: I... wanted to see mama...

The Maid brings her inside as young tracer shows her curry, all ruined and nasty

Maid: oh dear... I appreciate what you did... but we can't let your mother get sick...

Young tracer didn't say anything as she pushes the container towards her

Maid: well... maybe it tastes good...

The maid uses her finger get to scoop a small piece, but as she tastes it, it nearly killed her

Young tracer: what!

A few minutes the maid brings her to her mother, who was laying on the bed

Mother: Tracer! Did you come to see me in this rain

Young tracer approaches her

Mother: you know your father would be upset if you are gone

Young tracer: uh-huh

Maid: madam, your daughter made you this

The maid hands her a plate of a perfectly looking curry

Maid: tracer made this for you

She looks at it and then looks at tracer

Mother: did you made this for me?

Young tracer: mm...mm-hm

The mother hen notice the bandages on tracer's fingers

Mother: ... maid!

Maid: y-yes madam!

Mother: don't be presumptuous! Bring what tracer made for me!

Maid: well yes... but it was damaged on his way here so I threw it out

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