After hearing Lilith's words, White Night hurriedly said, "...Oh, I wasn't blaming you, Mother!"
"...The reason I'm troubled has nothing to do with you, Mother."
Seeing White Night King directly call her "Mother," Lilith froze completely.
Her face lit up with wild joy. Trembling, she pointed at herself and said, "...You—you don't blame me? White Night, you really acknowledge me as your mother?"
As she spoke, tears gathered in the corners of Lilith's eyes, and she began to sob.
White Night King looked slightly embarrassed. She scratched her head and said, "...Well, I didn't believe it at first, either."
"...But whether it's my body, my soul, or anything else, everything tells me that you are my mother."
"Since you're my mother, of course I have to acknowledge you. As for blaming you for not raising me?"
"...Look, I'm living just fine now. I'm not the kind of narrow-minded person who dwells on sadness and blames everyone over the slightest thing."
White Night King was cheerful and carefree. She openly acknowledged Lilith.
The result filled Lilith with immense joy.
She had even prepared herself for White Night King not to acknowledge her at all—or to acknowledge her as her mother but blame her and ignore her.
Who could have imagined that White Night King would be so considerate, without the slightest awkwardness?
Instead, Lilith sniffled twice. She tried to hold back, but failed, and collapsed onto the table, sobbing.
For a moment, White Night King panicked. She quickly stood up and went to Lilith's side, gently patting her back as she said in confusion:
"...Oh, Mother, don't cry. When you cry, I don't know what to do."
White Night King still had the appearance of a young girl. She strained to stand on tiptoe while patting Lilith's back, looking rather comical.