As he spoke, Terry raised a trembling finger, pointing directly at Lian, who stood silently beside Yuel.
"Daddy wanted this fox to erase my inherited memories."
When beastmen first took human form, the primal awakening of their ancestral inheritance was automatic. It was a cruel quirk of nature; children who looked no older than two or three possessed a vast reservoir of knowledge far beyond their tender, fragile age.
Rory's brow furrowed, a chill settling in her chest. "What kind of memories could possibly twist Terry's personality like that?"
Her eyes shifted sharply to Yuel, demanding an answer.
Before he could speak, Terry's small voice cut through the silence, fracturing it.
"They're Daddy's memories." His voice softened, dropping to a fragile whisper. "The ones from when he first entered the Command Division."
An unmistakable, heartbreaking maturity echoed in his childish tone.
