After my father said my name, several murmurs and whispers begin.
'I figured it would be like this.' There is no noble with my surname, so the only hypotheses that can arise are that my mother was a commoner or that my mother was of another race.
However, the repercussions and whispers went in a direction I did not expect. Initially, I thought they would judge me as having mixed blood, but their whispers are that my mother was a noble of another race.
"Father, do you think we can use this?" I whisper to my father, since most believe my mother was not human, perhaps we can use this to give me more freedom of action in certain aspects.
"It's a possibility, especially because this way we can even make some families give up on going after certain 'things,' after all, humans don't like to research other races much."
