The strands of his hair swayed gently with his subtle movements.
Wanda had always been fascinated by that white hair since childhood, and whenever she was held in his arms, she couldn't resist reaching out her little hands.
Sometimes, she would pull too hard and the hair would be stretched taut.
Alza never got angry.
Even when his scalp went numb from being pulled, he would just softly say, "Wanda, don't pull too hard, it hurts."
After saying that, he would reach out his other hand to gently smooth the tangled strands.
He was actually quite happy.
This was the Female Master's first child of her own, different from the others.
If Wanda was willing to be close to him, her Beast Father...
Then perhaps he held a special place in the Female Master's heart as well?
Deep down, Alza felt an unprecedented joy.
Wanda was the Female Master's first child, connected by blood, and profoundly significant.
He cherished this little life extraordinarily.
