"Twilight, look into my eyes.
You never had a son like this.
Because this son caused you trouble from beginning to end. He never gave you a moment's peace.
When you went on missions, he wanted to tag along to watch the drama.
When your brother-in-law came over, all he did was stand by and enjoy the show.
He never wanted to help you complete your mission properly, either. Every day, he either slept in class or went around stirring up trouble.
Do you still think he's your son now?"
Under Richie's repeated questioning and relentless brainwashing,
Twilight's resolve began to waver, and doubt started showing on his face.
"My son is outstanding. He just likes sleeping. He isn't really bad. He's just different from other people."
Richie shook his head again and pushed his mental power to its limit.
"No, Twilight. Richie doesn't like sleeping. He just uses sleep to escape reality. He's simply lazy.
He never cares whether you live or die. He only wants to screw you over, enjoying the thrill and excitement of watching an enemy point a gun at you.
Do you still think he's your son now?"
Twilight's expression grew even more confused.
"No, he isn't my son. My eldest son... I have an eldest son..."
Twilight's speech began to slow. He seemed to remember having a son, but he could no longer clearly recall what his son looked like.
Richie looked intently into Twilight's eyes.
"Twilight, you never had a son. You only have a daughter."
Utterly bewildered, Twilight couldn't help asking, "I don't have a son?"
Seizing the moment when Twilight's consciousness was at its most vulnerable, Richie drove his mental power straight into the memory center of Twilight's brain.
He sealed away every memory of himself in a corner of Twilight's