Harrot returned to his territory. As usual, he first visited his mother Sihrulu and foster mother Xier, chatting with them for a while.
Sihrulu had given birth to twins before she was even seventeen, and her health had been frail ever since. Xier usually took care of the two brothers.
As for whether Harrot felt awkward about the change in his status, not at all. To be honest, he had never truly felt romantic love for either Xier or Sihrulu.
Instead, after this rebirth, he had experienced a mother's love and familial affection. In his heart, he was deeply filial toward both mothers.
Xier and Sihrulu were both ordinary women without much ambition or aspiration. Under Marcus's arrangements, they had lived comfortably these past years.
"Harrot, you must faithfully serve and repay Lord Marcus in the future!" Xier repeated the old refrain. In her eyes, Marcus was a great figure who controlled everything. The best choice was for Harrot, like his father, to serve Marcus.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing! Have you been living comfortably?" Harrot wanted to become an independent grand noble like The Bald Man and no longer wanted to be Marcus's Knight, so he deliberately changed the subject.
The gentleness in Sihrulu's expression turned stern. She thought her son had become full of himself. "Don't think this territory belongs to you. Lord Marcus gave it to you only to reward your father's bravery. If you fail to live up to expectations, he can take it back at any time!"
Seeing Sihrulu grow serious, Harrot sighed inwardly. Of course he knew that. That was precisely why he needed to become an independent noble like The Bald Man.
"Mm, I understand. Once I come of age, I'll go to war alongside Lord Marcus!" Perhaps Marcus would give