Bart and Lylia stared at Castelle, then at Michael, their faces filled with disbelief. But as usual, whenever their son did something incredible, he would explain it with nothing but a casual shrug of the shoulders.
"It's a little something I started when I was five years old," Michael said. "Turns out, the soap and shampoo I made became pretty popular among people."
But even that wasn't enough to satisfy his parents' curiosity.
"Michael… you—you created the Reborn soap and shampoo?" Lylia asked, her expression hidden behind her long, golden hair.
Her seemingly gloomy expression made Michael feel guilty.
"Sorry, Mom. I should have told you earlier. I just—"
But before he could explain any further, Lylia suddenly jumped up and spread her arms in the air while twirling on her toes. This must have been the happiest he might have ever seen her, much more than when she found out Michael had a Supreme Skill.
