Horace withdrew the Chains and looked over.
Two children lay there.
Two girls... no, a boy(?) and a girl... uh, 0.5 boys and 1.5 girls?
Horace looked at the two children and fell silent for a long time.
Malenia.
Miquella (Trina).
Was this fate?
You were born all the same.
The boy at the bottom of the well seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes.
He blinked, then gave a smile without a trace of gloom.
"Who... are you?"
Horace stood there, his long silver-white hair falling over his shoulders.
"I'm... Horace."
"You could call me your uncle."
Though this "uncle" relationship had come rather suddenly.
Still, the birth of these two children had everything to do with him. He could even be said to have delivered them.
Since they had been born this way, he ought to take responsibility.
Both children looked at him curiously, without fear, only innocent curiosity.
At some point, Lilith had also run over. Her red eyes fixed on the two children, and her lips spread into an exaggerated grin:
"Wow~ Empyrean Twins! And made with Marika's blood, too! Now we're in for a good show~"
Horace raised his head and glared at her.
Lilith stuck out her tongue and said nothing more.
She had actually been planning to remind him... Messmer and the others were still underground.
But she trusted her dear boy wouldn't forget them, right?
Miriel slowly moved over, lowering his enormous turtle head to look at the two children, his voice gentle:
"Are they... incarnations of Divine Blood?"
"More or less." Horace nodded.
"Rot wanted to use Divine Blood to create an incarnation and escape. I intercepted it, but the incarnation had already taken shape."
Lilith skipped along behind him, excitement flashing in her red eyes:
"My boy~ what