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By the fountain, beside the corpse.
Dust rose before Allen, stained with blood.
[Sauros knows Philip's "nature" all too well. Through his words and actions, he guessed the plan beneath the surface. Based on the rumors of your disappearance, Sauros vaguely sensed what Philip was up to... and also realized that there was something off about your identity.]
[If you were his grandson, Philip bringing you back would violate the Boreas family's "tradition."]
[But Philip's prepared explanation didn't reveal the truth outright, so Sauros couldn't find a reason to send you back to the royal capital openly. However, since you were here as an "adventurer" to be a "tutor," all he had to do was refuse to let you be a tutor to solve the problem.]
[This was easy and simple.]
[In this way, Sauros once again upheld the Boreas family's traditional "justice."]
[You noticed this and chose to immediately interrogate Thomas, forcing him to reveal Darius and his accomplices, forcing Sauros to face the reality: his chosen successor—James—was also involved in the assassination. This was also part of Philip's revised plan on the road, but he had intended to take a more roundabout approach, slowly working toward it...]
[But you seemed to have no patience for playing noble family games. It was boring and meaningless. The constant probing, the layers of contradictions, the sudden assassination attempt—all of it completely pulled you out of the gentle atmosphere of the Greyrat family in Buena Village. These factors planted a seed of resentment in your heart, and you were deeply displeased...]
[Why leave for tomorrow what can be resolved today?]
[You directly placed the fact that James was determined to assassinate his own "son" before Sauros through Thomas's "trial." The Boreas family's tradition of sending hostages was established to avoid mutual slaughter, and now, expelling you from the Boreas family would undoubtedly put you in an even more dangerous situation. Father and son killing each other? This would completely contradict the tradition and bring shame to the Boreas family.]
[Faced with this realization, what choice would Sauros make?]
[The answer has already been given.]
[Sauros is willing to turn a blind eye to your existence, avoiding the possibility of breaking tradition again.]
[At the same time, your "straightforward" way of handling problems reminded him of his younger self, something completely different from Philip.]
[Even if he doesn't want to acknowledge you and break family tradition, you've still gained his recognition, leaving your "mark" in his eyes.]
[Evaluation: Turning a blind eye is better than pretending not to see. If it's good for you, it's good for everyone.]
[This is the "solution" that aligns with everyone's interests. The future vision has already been decided, but that doesn't stop you from using your knowledge of the plot and understanding of the Boreas family to make perfect judgments and take the best actions.]
[Participation score, increased!]
As Allen checked the system, everyone present looked at the corpse on the ground.
No, one gaze wasn't fixed on the already dead Thomas.
It was firmly glued to Allen's face.
Allen looked up.
At some point, another person had appeared in the scene.
She had fiery red hair like Eris, elegantly cascading down to her waist. The corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, with delicate eyebrows arching above them. She wore a luxurious noble gown that trailed on the ground, but the hem was stained with dirt, as if she had rushed here in a hurry.
Her eyes were the same dark gray as Allen's.
She was staring intently at Allen's face.
Hilda.
Allen's biological mother.
She stood beside Philip.
The fountain lifted the water, pushing it into the "sky."
The water droplets disintegrated in the air, embracing the untouched atmosphere.
Then they fell back into the pool.
Crystal clear.
She...
Was crying.
By the fountain, Allen and Hilda's gazes intertwined.
"Madam! Madam! You ran too fast!!"
Several beast-girl servants ran over from a distance, panting heavily as they stood beside Hilda.
"Madam, why did you suddenly start running?"
Hilda was momentarily stunned. She wiped the tears from her face, her expression dazed.
"What's going on..."
"I heard Eris had finally returned. She and my dear hadn't come back all night, so I came to see. But from afar, I saw a guest... Is this Eris's new swordsmanship teacher? So young..."
Allen had already heard Hilda's footsteps and had been quietly observing her for a while. By now, he had mostly judged from Hilda's reaction that she had no expectations of his arrival, and that Philip had no reason to reveal to his wife that their child would be coming.
He couldn't control Hilda's emotions.
So it was best not to tell her at all.
She had just happened to appear here.
The proof was Philip, who was still staring at Thomas's corpse, lost in thought.
Allen watched Hilda wiping her tears and lowered his gaze to his shoes.
Perhaps it was because the resentment he had been bottling up all day had finally been released, but at this moment, his mind felt as if it had been soothed by a spring breeze, and the restless waves had calmed.
Mother...
First meeting...
Not much of a real feeling...
Then it was best not to cause any additional trouble. This was the best choice for everyone.
Allen nodded and bowed.
"Yes, madam. I am the new teacher responsible for teaching Eris the Water God Style. It's a pleasure to meet you, though I must apologize for the circumstances."
Whether intentionally or not, he didn't introduce his name.
Hilda didn't speak either. It was as if she had just noticed Thomas's corpse on the ground. She looked at Thomas, then at Allen, her expression confused, as the beast-girl servants adjusted her dress.
Allen took a step forward, walking past her.
In the sound of footsteps, their eyes briefly met.
Then they passed each other.
Allen walked toward Sylphie and Rudy, intending to comfort them.
But the next moment.
His steps faltered slightly.
But he quickly returned to normal.
Dispersing the system panel that had reappeared in such a short time.
[Everyone was still stuck on the fact that you had killed someone and hadn't yet recovered. Even if it was for "justice," even if they had spent time with you, even if they understood your character, at this moment, the "torturous" act of killing always evoked a sense of awe, more or less.]
[If your actions had a "color," then at this moment, it was undoubtedly the thick, sticky black-red of coagulated blood.]
[Even so.]
[In whose eyes does your figure...]
[Flicker like the brilliant light of the sun?]
[Human emotions are always so fascinating.]
[Participation score, increased.]
[You have gained Hilda's "favor."]
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