At that cold, emotionless voice, Karl almost felt his soul jump out of his body. His knees went weak, and he nearly lost his balance.
Good thing, he wasn't standing. Otherwise, not even the divine intervention could have saved him from the Old Demon.
"Old De —"
He bit his tongue sharply almost immediately, stopping himself from committing the grave sin. "I mean … B-Big Brother. I just came to play with Little Eira."
He shifted awkwardly, gesturing towards the little girl — who looked the least interested in playing with him. Still, desperate to save himself, he hurried to explain,
"With you away from home most of the time, she gets extremely lonely. So I, being her fourth — and the most favorite Uncle — often come to keep her company. Isn't that right, angel?"
He turned to her, expectantly, silently begging for support.
But Eira didn't even glance at him.
Her eyes remained fixed on her father.
