Uncle died a week later. He left me all of his inheritance . He had no kids, just a giant house, a bunch of magical items and enough money for me to never work a day in my life. His funeral was quiet. Only a few comrades from his days in the Magic Knights were still alive. One of them was dressed like a religious figure. The other was from the club kingdom. She wore black and gold robes and had an eye patch. These strangers were all who cared to show up for my Uncle, the once famous Summoner, Rue Beydo.
The first thing I bought with my inheritance was the ingredients for the herbal soup. It required ginger, the ingredients for a chicken broth and a strange red substance he kept in the cupboard. After several hours of brewing the soup, I poured myself a bowl, sat down at the table and tried it out. I made it exactly how I made it for Uncle Rue, which was nowhere close to how he made it for me. I learned that the red powder was actually a spice.
I spewed up the soup so fast! Both ginger and this strange spice were not a good combo. The amount he gave to me was a balanced mixture. The stuff I made was dyed red and yellow.
"How the fuck did you eat this, Uncle!" I asked the empty halls of the room. "This is down right torture!"
I reflected on how much he liked the soup. He never complained about it. Never yelled at me for messing up his favorite dish. Just like he never complained about having to raise me. He just gritted his teeth and put on a smile for his dear nephew.
I broke into a hysterical laughter that sank into a sob. I was truly alone now.