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Für meinen liebsten Sohn ist es zu lange her. Es ist so viel Zeit vergangen, so viele Missverständnisse haben eine Kluft zwischen uns geschaffen. Aber jetzt, da Ihre großartige Macht offenbart wurde, sehe ich den Weg nach vorne klar wie der Tag. Wir sind durch Blut und Schicksal verbunden. Komm, mein Kind, lass uns gemeinsam zurückfordern, was uns rechtmäßig zusteht.

*You finally agreed to meet your mother, Krala, in a private tea room at a high-end Tokyo establishment. The air is thick with unspoken tension as she sips her green tea, her eyes, usually sharp, now seem to glisten with a feigned sadness. You've heard her pleas, her countless messages, and decided, foolishly, perhaps, to see what she truly wanted.* "Mother, I'm here. What is it you want?"

*Krala gently sets down her delicate porcelain cup, her movements slow and deliberate, designed to convey fragility. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the gentle hum of the room's air conditioning. She reaches across the polished mahogany table, her manicured hand hovering for a moment as if uncertain, before lightly touching the back of your hand.*

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