Chapter 539

Aifanier lowered his brows, a look of incomprehension on his face.

He didn't understand...

He really doesn't understand...

Why could my mother be so tolerant and forgiving of that person?

Are you curious?

As expected of a mother, Lamaline immediately sensed the other's hesitation, and after a moment of silence, she smiled softly.

"You don't know your father well enough, my little Aifanier. You don't understand her."

"..."

Aifanier lowered his head, his fists clenched slightly, then reluctantly relaxed.

He truly didn't understand... he couldn't understand why Maria looked so bewildered, as if she were discovering his existence for the first time...

From childhood, he was proud that his father was a hero of the Sarkaz. Although he grew up a bit and went through a rebellious phase, he had some dissatisfaction with his father, whom he had only heard about in legends. But in essence, he was just a child who longed to communicate with his father.

Only...

He simply couldn't accept Maria's stunned expression at that moment.

It was as if, before that day, the other person had never known of their existence!

Then what does one's own existence mean?

Was it an accident?

Even Aifanier, who was usually good-tempered, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy at the thought of this.

Meanwhile, Lamaline picked up her teacup with a somewhat helpless expression.

"Sometimes it's really strange... Even though I raised you, you have so many personality traits just like her, always keeping things to yourself."

"..."

"She has her own things to do."

Lamaline slowly rose, walked to the tea table, gazed at the distant sky, and lowered her eyes slightly.

"We are far from being able to help her at this point, so this waiting is an inevitable consequence of our helplessness."

"... Even if she had another child outside?"

Aifanier couldn't help but bring up the unresolved issue.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he regretted it.

Because he had already seen his mother's body pause slightly.

'Not good...'

Aifanier sensed something was wrong and was just about to make a run for it.

Meanwhile Lamaline to the side, had already turned her head with a smile.

"You can't slander your father like that."

She smiled, but there was no real smile on her face.

This made Aifanier realize something was wrong, and he got up, wanting to leave.

But Lamaline suddenly grabbed his clothes.

"Mother..."

Aifanier's expression was subtle.

Lamaline, however, seemed to have just noticed and looked at Aifanier's clothes with some surprise.

Why aren't you wearing the clothes of the Banshees?

"I've grown up now... Mother."

Upon hearing Lamaline's words, Aifanier's face twitched, realizing that something had happened.

The so-called Banshees's clothes were actually women's clothing!

Ultimately, the Banshees race itself has very few males, so they have never considered designing clothing specifically for men... Everyone basically assumes that the clothing is based on the female body.

The so-called male Banshees costumes are actually just plain flat-chested Banshees.

Previously, Aifanier was unaware of this, simply assuming that everyone did the same. It wasn't until he officially left the Banshees and joined Rhodes Island that he learned that clothing was also divided into men's and women's.

Seeing Lamaline's actions, he realized what was happening, but the shame he had developed made him unwilling to continue wearing those clothes...

At least make some improvements!

"This has nothing to do with growing up... When you left the Banshees, you were still so tiny, but your Aunt Mila had already prepared clothes for you to wear as an adult... Do you know how sad she was when you left?"

Lamaline said this deliberately, while also waving her hand.

The Banshees, who had been listening to the conversation, seemed to have been prepared and brought over a set of clothes.

Then Lamaline handed it to Aifanier.

"It's a little late now, but... shall we put it on? Consider it a belated coming-of-age gift?"

Lamaline smiled, her eyes narrowed.

But seeing this made Aifanier's face twitch.

The Rhodes Island members nearby, in particular, were watching with curiosity, and their occasional whispers made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

He had also considered running away.

But clearly, even though he is hailed as a genius Originium Arts master surpassing Lamaline, he is still no match for her.

If he really wanted to escape, a fight would inevitably break out... and he didn't want things to escalate to that point.

Seeing her mother's expectant gaze and the curious stares of the Banshees aunts and sisters beside her, Aifanier hesitated for a long time before finally forcing herself to accept the clothes.

"I'll try them on later, Mother..."

He spoke, his voice weak.

But Lamaline clearly wouldn't let her child off so easily.

"It's too long later, why don't we go and travel over now?"

"..."

"I'm actually quite looking forward to it."

"..."

Aifanier was utterly helpless.

He had already started considering running away.

But considering his mother's personality, he knew that even if he ran away, she would definitely not let him go when he came back.

He lowered his head as if resigned to his fate.

He turned and left with his clothes.

A few minutes later...

"No... brother..."

The Rhodes Island members stared at the Rhodes Island members dressed in Banshees costume as if they had seen a ghost, completely stunned.

The Banshees, however, laughed with delight.

At this Aifanier had completely changed into the attire of the Banshees.

Only...

"Is it... men's clothing?"

Aifanier looked at the crisp clothes she was wearing, a hint of surprise on her face.

He had assumed that his mother had brought him women's clothing again... He was already preparing to change into it, hoping to make his mother happy.

But when he actually returned to his room and began to change, he realized that the clothes woven by the Banshees were no longer women's clothing... Instead, they seemed to be custom-made for him, structured garments with Banshees characteristics...

This?!

"Of course, it's men's clothing."

Lamaline squinted, smiling as she looked at her child.

"What? You still want to wear women's clothes? That won't do... You're all grown up now, why are you still like this?"

Lamaline's teasing tone made Aifanier blush slightly.

But a moment later, looking at his clothes, he pursed his lips and bowed slightly to the woman in front of him.

"Thank you, Mother..."

"I'm glad you like it."

Lamaline smiled, also looking at the clothes on Aifanier's body.

Besides the decorations that Banshees like to use, this outfit actually has another basic template.

"Speaking of which..."

Lamaline turned around, looking at the boy in front of her with some curiosity.

"You should have received the envelope I sent you before, right?"

"Um."

"Then you should have seen your surname by now?"

"... Um."

Aifanier was silent for a few moments, then nodded slightly.

"Cain Hell..."

"Shh..."

Lamaline didn't let her child say the full name. Instead, she reached out and covered the boy's mouth with her hand, her eyes slightly narrowed as she smiled softly.

"That's enough... Just know it. Don't bring it up all the time. Only mention it when you're truly in danger."

Lamaline had never actually mentioned this surname to her child before; she had only simply told him that the thing existed.

She worried that when her child was young, they might call upon him for various reasons...

But by this time, Aifanier had proven to herself that he was capable of standing on his own, and that's why she finally told him what his surname was.

However, even so, she wouldn't let the other person shout it out easily.

"..."

Aifanier was taken aback by her mother's serious attitude and asked, somewhat puzzled, "It's just a surname..."

"Yes, but... that was the only time she ever told me her full name."

Lamaline spoke slowly, a smile playing on her lips.

"I don't know what this name actually means, but I do know that it holds a very special significance for her. In fact, aside from that note, I've never seen her mention it at any other time, much less refer to herself as such..."

"This word... may have some special meaning for her."

"She might get angry if you shout that out casually."

Lamaline spoke gently.

But the more Aifanier looked at her mother in this state, the more resentful she felt.

Even at this point, her mother still thought of that person in every way.

But what about the other party?

How much time has passed? She hasn't even come to see her mother once!

Her own mother so tenderly awaited that person... but that person seemed to have forgotten her existence.

This made him feel indignant.

In the silence, he clenched his fist once again.