That was a dangerous thing to say about a child. Lady Maris initially thought Emmanuelle was speaking out of bitterness, perhaps resenting her son because of his absent father.
But as Emmanuelle spoke, her trembling words hinted at something far more ominous than Lady Maris could have imagined.
"My Lady," Emmanuelle asked quietly, "why do you care so much for that child?"
Lady Maris folded her arms, her tone firm. "Why don't you?"
Emmanuelle was still kneeling but she seemed to gather her strength. "What if... just imagine, what if he is truly the child of a demon—someone destined to bring ruin to the world? Would you still protect him?"
"Why would you speak of your own child that way?" Lady Maris began, her voice softening with disbelief. "Don't you—"
"Please, My Lady," Emmanuelle interrupted, her voice shaking with desperation. "Just answer me. I need to know."
