Aleister looked at Prince Siya Erduo with interest.
"How strange."
She smiled as she spoke: "If I remember correctly... your mother, Queen Louise, was a Child of the Moon, wasn't she?"
After Aleister said this, Prince Siya Erduo fell silent for a moment.
Astrologer Fenrir instinctively turned to look at the Prince's expression—but the Prince did not become angry.
His fists resting on the table did not clench. Instead, he fumbled around before slowly lifting the red tea the maid had just brought over. Yet he stared at the tea in the cup for a long while. Even after raising it to his lips, he slowly lowered it again.
"...Precisely because of that."
After remaining silent for a long time, he said this.
Siya Erduo did not explain his actions in detail, but Aleister had already understood.
"You mean," Aleister, back in her original form, leaned against the back of her chair and tilted her head up, revealing her smooth, dainty chin, "that when she gave birth to you, she wasn't yet a Child of the Moon... right?"
Prince Siya Erduo did not answer.
However, his somewhat sorrowful gaze as he lowered his head to stare at the red tea in his cup had already revealed the whole truth.
Clearly, Valentine VII believed that his "resurrected Queen" was still his beloved. Or rather, he believed that as long as Louise could be resurrected, anything would be acceptable.
But as her child, Prince Siya Erduo had clearly sensed the changes in his mother.
The corners of Aleister's mouth lifted slightly, only for her to seriously flatten them again. Only then did she take her first proper look at Prince Siya Erduo.
At this moment, Aleister truly looked like a tender young girl, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and