A Fate That Cannot Be Twisted

“I want to sleep alone tonight.”

“…Okay.”

The uncomfortable silence that had continued for quite some time finally came to an end when I issued an order for him to leave.

Acard turned away apologetically and trudged out of the bedroom.

“….”

Left alone in the room, I quietly began piecing together what had happened in the past.

…Who was the culprit who killed my mother?

What I could infer from a few clues was this:

My father had most likely fallen victim to the pursuers, while my mother, left alone, had most likely barely managed to flee to the cabin with me.

There was also a possibility that my parents had been criminals, but when I thought of my mother’s gentle touch, that possibility was zero...