Valhallah: Trapped in the Game World

Chapter 124

CHAPTER 123

The suburban house which he grew up in and left many years ago was still the same, all quiet and asleep. It was a small two-storied house with ivy climbing up the red bricks and a yard in which his mother was very keen with.

Suddenly, Wesley paused in the concrete steps of the front porch, shivering with a pleasure that had been wakened by the homelike but no longer home-like smell. It was a hearth where innocence, joy and memories of his childhood where wrapped in togetherness. At some point, however, it seemed so unfamiliar, as if the whole episode was something he had left behind and which he was now opening again.

His mother, Eleanor, who was waiting at the door with relief and happiness in her face embraced him. Her silver hair which was formerly chestnut in color gracefully adorned her head. Despite all that was going on in the women’s tender face there was still something warm and familiar in her look and in those large tired eyes that remembered Wesley.

“Oh We