The words shook Lady Henai to her bones. Her own brother, who knew how much pain she felt all these years, she thought her son was dead.
And now that he was back, this moment was the happiest she had ever been.
She knew some things were inevitable, but she at least found a semblance of peace in the fact that her son was not ready to face his father, or rather, didn't seem like he wanted to.
For her, that was enough; she just had to protect him until he was ready to face that part of his life. She had to prevent Reimgard from finding out.
Because the Emperor was right. He might be a bastard, but once the blood of Reimgard runs in a person's veins...
The snow-white hair, scarlet red eyes, pale beautiful skin, and sometimes ivory. They had a stereotypical look that made it undeniable that the blood of Reimgard ran in them.
