I'll Tell Mom! (cont.)

How old are you?

Maria suddenly asked a question.

But Logos did not answer immediately; after a moment of silence, he spoke quietly.

"... I'm capable of handling things on my own now."

"I don't like this vague answer."

"But you can't force me to answer, can you?"

Logos retorted to Maria, his forceful tone causing those around him who knew him to hesitate.

They had never seen Logos speak in such an impolite manner.

After all, Maria in front of them... shouldn't this be their first meeting?

Even if someone doesn't want to answer, shouldn't there be other tactful ways to do so?

"... I'm sorry, I'm a little emotionally unstable."

Seeing everyone's astonishment, Logos also shook his head in surprise and fell silent.

He had never actually seen Maria since he could remember.

In fact, he was raised by Lamaline and his other older sisters and aunts from childhood to adulthood.

He could only hear glimpses of his father's story in the legends passed down by the Banshees.

Her own father, a man who did not belong to the Banshees, was Banshees savior, Banshees legend.

For others, having such a father might be something to be proud of.

But for Logos, it was difficult for him to truly perceive this substance.

At the time of his birth, the greatest enemy of the Banshee Court, the Blood Demon Royal Court, had already been completely annihilated by his father.

Even the Blood Demon Grand Duke, known as the most terrifying Blood Demon, was sentenced to death.

In that era, the entire Sarkaz was nominally divided into the pro-war Sarkaz Military Commission and the pro-moderate Babel.

But in reality, everyone knew that the Sarkaz at that time consisted of three factions.

The cause of this outcome was the one who had accumulated great prestige during the war and gained the support of the three Royal Court the Banshees, the Lich, and the Eaters of the Dead, as well as the Demon King.

The first non- Banshees...

Unfortunately, despite his illustrious reputation, Logos actually struggles to experience genuine emotions.

At least, Logos had never seen his father since he was old enough to understand things.

His childhood memories are unclear. If his mother hadn't shown him that painting, he might still not know what kind of person his father was...

He once thought that his mother and father didn't actually have any feelings for each other, and that they were only together for political reasons.

But when he voiced his doubts, he received only a gentle laugh from his mother.

'I love her, and she loves me too...'

Logos was certain that his mother had said those words from the bottom of her heart at that moment... she truly loved his father.

But Logos did not understand.

If that's the case, does it mean my father doesn't love my mother?

Why did she disappear shortly after her birth from that battlefield that was still mentioned not long ago?

Why is Maria still alive, yet she has never returned to see her mother or herself?

What kind of person was my own father?

He didn't know, and as he grew up, he didn't want to know anymore.

I had always thought that the concept of a father would only be an abstract and vague term.

But...

But then, Maria appeared again...

"It's alright."

Maria didn't mind Logos's rudeness; on the contrary, Logos's behavior made her even more suspicious.

But after hesitating for a moment, she asked about something else instead.

"So... about how long ago was it that Kazdel encountered the Allied Forces of Victoria, Leithanien, Gaul, and Ursus?"

"Huh? Is that true?"

Beside him, the slightly younger Sarkaz looked puzzled. In the era in which he was born, Kazdel was still far from peaceful, but at least, such a large-scale Allied Forces event had never happened again.

Moreover...

"Gaul was a thing of the past, they're long gone, Lady Maria."

Sarkaz responded while stuffing some food into his mouth.

"If there really is such a thing as the chapter about this, then the matter you mentioned must be at least two hundred years old..."

Half a century ago, Gaul was already embroiled in a desperate Four Nations War, and the main players in the war were the four nations that Maria was referring to: Gaul, Leithanien, Victoria, and Ursus.

Therefore, assuming these four countries did indeed unite, it must have been at least two hundred years ago.

More than two hundred years ago...

After receiving this answer, Maria remained silent for a few moments.

At this time...

Then he asked again.

Do you know Lamaline?

She asked Logos.

"... I naturally know about the previous Banshees lord."

Logos took a deep breath and spoke calmly.

This title made Maria hesitate for a moment.

She began to doubt whether her thoughts were correct.

"The former Lord? Then who is the current one?"

"... She left."

Logos spoke, his head bowed, refusing to meet Maria's gaze.

Everyone could sense the resistance emanating from Logos, and everyone looked up in confusion.

Did he have some kind of conflict with Maria?

"Leave?"

Maria was somewhat confused.

However, after remaining silent for a long time, she still shook her head slightly.

Well, this is ultimately the Banshees's business, and as an outsider, it's really not appropriate for her to say too much.

Maria touched the only piece of jewelry she owned, a ring that served no practical purpose and was merely an ornament, and she hesitated, a rare occurrence for Maria.

But after a moment, she still softly asked a question.

Is she alright now?

Lamaline was indeed somewhat special to Maria.

The fact that Maria took the initiative to ask for her ring already says a lot.

"..."

Logos looked at the figure in front of him with a complicated expression.

After a long pause, he lowered his head slightly.

"The Banshees are all in the valley now; we're doing very well there."

"... Um."

Maria seemed much more relaxed after getting the answer.

She seemed to have sensed something, but she didn't say anything. She just stared quietly at the food in front of her, but after a while, she had no appetite.

The atmosphere between Maria and Logos grew increasingly strange.

Even the Doctor, who was completely absorbed in his meal, sensed something was amiss and tilted his head slightly.

"You... you don't know each other, do you?"

She really didn't think that two strangers could have led the conversation to such an awkward point.

Can...

"We have no contact."

Logos spoke calmly, but he glanced at Maria as he spoke.

Maria nodded slightly.

"Really..."

"..."

Logos remained silent.

Although he felt that his relationship with Maria was destined to be unlikely to be that of father and son, no matter what he said, Maria was still his father. Now, he suddenly heard Maria say that the two of them did not know each other.

His thoughts became complicated for a moment.

It feels like the cruel words your father said about not wanting you as a child have come true...

But soon, Logos shook his head and came to his senses. Beside him, a figure familiar to everyone present was slowly walking towards him...

"Doctor..."

A cold female voice rang out, carrying a hint of suppressed anger... Maria still remembered that voice.

"I think I mentioned to you before that your body doesn't allow you to eat such a large amount in such a short period of time, right?"

Right behind the two of them, a large green cat with a gloomy face looked down at the Doctor with disdain and impatience.

The PhD Doctor, caught red-handed, looked embarrassed but still gritted his teeth and tried his best to refute the claims.

"But how can I recover my health if I don't eat!"

"I didn't mean to stop you from eating... you just need to control the amount you eat each time."

Kal'tsit reached out, trying to take away the food the Doctor hadn't finished eating.

I can't eat anymore! I need to take care of my health!

"No way! You have to eat big mouthfuls!"

The Doctor immediately stretched out his hands like a protective guardian, fiercely guarding his plate, absolutely refusing to let Kal'tsit take it away.

Even with Amiya watching from the side, she refused to let go.

Such an embarrassing appearance certainly lacked the mystique of the rumored battlefield demon commander, and even had a somewhat comical feel to it. But for the other veteran Rhodes Island operators, this was a long-lost daily occurrence.

The Doctor's health has never been very good, so his diet and daily routine are usually strictly controlled.

As for the person in charge of all this... Kal'tsit only trusts herself.

The problem is that the Doctor doesn't quite agree with these concerns.

How can a life be considered a good life if you can't even enjoy a decent meal?!

Kal'tsit and the Doctor have argued more than once about food.

To protest, the Doctor would often secretly treat herself to extra meals.

Unfortunately, as a Feline, Kal'tsit's sense of smell is still very keen.

The Doctor is almost always caught sneaking food.

The situation often ends in the Doctor's failure.