Seeing himself saddled with blame for no reason yet again, Samael cleared things up with a dark expression.
"What are you even thinking? Gray is only sixteen. She was born in Blackmoya Village, and her mother is still alive. If you don't believe me, ask Royal Sister!"
As he spoke, the ancient serpent looked toward Morgan, signaling for the instigator to come forward and explain what had happened.
"That's right. Gray is not the daughter of Samael and me."
The prime minister behind the desk elegantly wiped away the coffee at the corner of her lips, nodded slightly in confirmation, then cast a faint gaze over the three people present. Raising her black coffee, she added leisurely.
"Strictly speaking, she is the shared product of the three of us."
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
This time, Samael and Artoria simultaneously sprayed out their tea and coffee.
"Our shared..."
"...product?"
The two involved parties looked at each other, murmuring the key phrase loaded with an enormous amount of information, unable to help staring at one another in bewilderment.
As for Gray, the poor girl's brain had completely crashed after being stuffed with too much complicated information all at once.
Who am I? Where am I? What was I supposed to do again?
The girl's eyes were hollow and vacant as she sank into deep self-doubt, pondering a series of philosophical questions about life.
Likewise, Samael racked his brains for a long while, only to remain utterly confused.
A threesome?
When had he ever played such an exciting game with Artoria and Morgan?
Theoretically, even if it had really happened, there was no way he would have forgotten it.
Wait, it seemed there actually had been one time.
Samael subconsciously looked toward the pointy-eared humanoid statue in the corner that was serving as a candlestick,