My father and I met on the battlefield.
That's why I smiled at my daughter.
My daughter looks like she doesn't know what it is. That would be the case, too.
But I smiled a little when I thought my smart daughter would look so surprised.
"You really just want someone to love you."
A bloody man reached out to me as well, full of blood.
That would have been very funny. 'Cause we were killing each other just now.
"Will you take this hand?... be a family. Marianna."
When they said that, I felt like I was crying for the first time in a true way.
"Rouche..."
My beloved daughter Luche lies before Maria. The face was blue and white, and the fact that its chest area was moving was a testament to her being alive.
"I'm sorry. Because I, I was born like this... I let you carry something like this.
Because I was incompetent, I was losing it. I can't believe this kid was born (...) with it. That's what Arr (...) noticed. Wearing a man's skin, into a monster.
But even though my fault makes the Ferocious Minister strong...
"Maria..."
I heard a voice from behind. My husband who brought me to this country.
"Adolf..."
"Don't blame yourself. Your birth is known to all the kings and the Ristil clan. I am aware of the problems that this poses."
"But..."
"Blood muscles have nothing to do with what you dowry to Listil. There's blood everywhere on this body, on death row and on traitors. And blood from the royal family of the diaspora if you do it badly. I told you so. There's just one more blood in the next generation."
"But it's my fault this kid's having such a hard time."
"No, it's because of the morons in the North who think of themselves as superspecies.... this is a fight sold to the kingdom, to Listil."
So don't cry.
"... Adolf"
When Adolph came to the side of Luche lying down, he tendered his cheeks.
"It seems that my soul is flying away somewhere, but I'm using a lot of things to find it now. Don't worry, Listil has been known for generations as a living, filthy clan.... will be back soon. Believe me."
With that said, he himself looked difficult. Naturally. Adolf adored Luche all the more. This neat face collapsed so disgustingly when Luche was born.
I'm sure it's okay, and he's probably telling himself to believe this kid.
"Right... She'll be fine."
I decided to think so.
"Oh."
A child born under the Minister of Homicide. I'm sure he'll be back. To a world where this living thing might be more hellish.
"And, Maria... I'm sorry, Glenn's crying, so let me stop crying. Thank you. I didn't stop crying."
When it got worse with my husband, the maids kicked me out.
He had his head on his face that he was in the bottom of his heart. Why would Glenn cry when Adolf holds him? My father-in-law would know somehow.
"Hehe, okay.... Speaking of which, could Luca be okay..."
The former assassin's squire, who thinks more about Luche than anyone else, hasn't seen it in a while.
"Because he feels more responsible than anyone... Totally troubled.... it's time to call back from Master Klaus."
"Luche likes Luca. If you're not around when you wake up, you're gonna be in trouble."
"Oh, my God, what's wrong?"
Adolph was restless. What happened suddenly?
"I feel kind of complicated. I don't care."
He looks like a father who puts his daughter out to his wife. When she heard the words, Aria dawned.
"What are you talking about? Luche and Luca are still kids, aren't they? Well, that's fine."
"Not good"
"He said it's not good... Adolph, if you're late, that'll be tough. In the first place, we're talking about years from now."
It was then.
"Ugh..."
My beloved daughter, I heard her voice.