You're Blessed with Good Children

They say the dying old man beat his children so badly that he got blood on his hands.

I can't even imagine how furious he was.

While I was wondering how to respond, the iron door grated open once more.

A familiar, massive figure. Valdemar von Cardenos.

Father stepped inside, and our eyes met.

I saw worry and relief flicker beyond his sharp gaze.

I'd have liked to greet him cheekily, but the Emperor was sitting across from me.

I stood and bowed my head.

"You're here, Father."

"……Yes."...