"I heard you're my biological father?"
Soldier Boy's brain froze when he heard those words.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I hadn't even had any kids when they locked me in that tank."
"Look at yourself. Weak, fake, and you look older than me. What makes you think you're my son?"
Soldier Boy stood up, sizing up the blond, blue-eyed man before him, dressed in a costume like some clown mascot at a children's amusement park.
"Father?" The corner of Soldier Boy's mouth twitched. "Kid, who the fuck are you? Did you fry your brain on too many drugs and come here looking for attention?"
His tone was arrogant.
"My name is John." Homelander suppressed his displeasure.
"They call me Homelander. They call me the savior."
"Homelander?" Soldier Boy sounded as though he had heard a joke.
"You, a clown in tights who looks like a woman? You deserve to be called Homelander? What's going on out there? If someone like you can make it to the top, the United States must be beyond saving."
Soldier Boy turned to Butcher and asked him.
"Did we lose the war? Is the United States relying on clowns to save it now?"
Butcher frowned at the deranged Soldier Boy before him.
Seemingly finding his answer in Butcher's eyes, he turned back, pointed at himself, and spoke in an arrogant tone.
"Looks like we did lead the war to victory after all."
"Listen up, clown. I'm the symbol of this country! I'm the United States Dream itself. In front of me, you're nothing, just a bastard calling some random man your father."
Homelander's face instantly darkened at Soldier Boy's words.
At that moment, he did not want to acknowledge this aggressive Soldier Boy as