His reaction must have been different from usual, because his mother looked confused.
Then she started talking rapidly.
At that moment, Albe could only think of one thing.
Just die already.
"Th-that defective child could never be mine!" she shouted. "His white hair… and a child who can't even use magic. That can't possibly be my child! A child between me and that man could never be like that… I am that man's wife!"
"…Where did you take him?" Albe asked again quietly.
Defective?
Compared to you, you are the true failure—as a person and as a parent.
"W-well… there was a merchant visiting at the time," she said. "I gave the child to him. Even something so useless made him happy. Those lowly creatures must really enjoy his simple lives."
The moment Albe heard those words, something inside his head snapped.
...
Meanwhile, Lian continued to grow peacefully and healthily.
