“So, Daymond is really not human?”

“Eamon, who was my brother, sired Daymond with a human woman. It would be easier to explain that Daymond is a mix of our blood and human blood, that is, a human who lives eternal life.”

Luciel lowered her impassive eyes and let out sigh-like words.

“Eternal life… It’s nonsense. How is that possible? You mean he has lived from then until now?”

She couldn’t believe it. He looked like her, but he wasn’t human. Wasn’t this an absurd story that could only come out of a myth?

Then, he didn’t reincarnate like her, his time just continued since then, and he has lived here all this time?

“Wait, then…”

Anne’s words trailed off unfinished. She looked back at the painting in shock from a momentary realization. In other words, it means that he has been here at this place for hundreds of years.

As soon as she gazed at the shabby room with only one picture of her in it, she felt dizzy and grabbed her forehead.

“No way.”

That means he had been looking at that painting alone in this cold room every day for four hundred years. It was hard to even imagine what it would be like to look at the painting in this small room. Why did he do such a foolish thing?

It was so pathetic that she got sick to her stomach. At the same time, when inexplicable emotions pounded heavily on her heart, Anne deliberately turned away and opened her mouth.

“If he is not human. Why won’t he open his eyes?”

“Because Daymond is half. He hurt his head, so it’s just taking time. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to wake up.”

“You mean he won’t die anyway. Do the people of the Grand Duke’s castle know about this?”

Luciel nodded his head.

Only then did she understand the people’s baseless belief that the Grand Duke would get better. They assumed that since he had abilities superior to humans, he would open his eyes.

“Then the excuse you gave me at that time was fake after all. Daymond tried to kill my child for his own life.”

“Daymond didn’t know your past child was of his blood.”

“He didn’t know?”

Luciel’s words further confused her. Was that ridiculous excuse true? She bit her lips and thought deeply. Was it true that he didn’t come to see her just because it was an illegitimate child, but that he mistook her child for another’s?

“There’s no way that’s possible.”

“Because I lied to Daymond that he wouldn’t be able to have children.”

What else does that mean? Anne forgot she was going to ask a question and focused on his words instead.

“I didn’t want it. If another child was born, Daymond would disappear just like my brother. That’s why I made the Anne of the past, leave.”

Luciel then slowly explained. He made an excuse that didn’t make sense to Daymond, saying that it was a disgusting bloodline, but the true reason was something else.

If the child had been born, Daymond would become an ordinary human being, welcome a child, and live for only a brief moment like his brother.

So, Luciel tried to prevent the birth of beings who inherited even a little bit of their blood. That was the reason he deliberately lied to Daymond and made Anne leave.

Upon hearing Luciel’s words, Anne’s expression turned bloody.

“So you’re saying we’ve been fooled by you.”

In conclusion, Luciel was responsible for their destruction. Now . . . Everything was clear.

“So are you still trying to tell me to leave? You’re saying the same thing to tear us apart like back then.”

“Now… I just want Anne to give up the child.”

“Don’t you think that’s too shameless?”

“Anne… After my brother left, I was alone. When Daymond dies like that, I will be the only one left. I can’t understand his last words. Why, why… Is he regretting not being able to see his child?”

Luciel spoke gibberish with an increasingly tearful look. If even Daymond, the halfling, left, Luciel would truly be left alone.

He didn’t want it. Ironically, Luciel, who mocked Daymond for being stuck in the land of loneliness, also hated being alone.

“It was because of that, that I made Anne leave. And Daymond thought Anne ran away because of another man.”

As the conversation went on, Anne felt stifled.

“Then why are you telling me that now? Are you going to apologize?”

“No, I won’t apologize. I don’t even want Anne’s understanding. I’m just telling you. Because the present Anne will not run away like before.”

“…”

“So give up on the child.”

Luciel, who had been weeping, was calm again.

Anne walked over to Luciel, who blinked his eyes slowly, with a face stained with anger.