"I wish to know more about the young master. He calls me Papa, I want to live—"
"Wait, what?" Zayden snorted. "Did you just realize that he calls you Papa? Did you hit your head, attendant? Because last time I checked, you did not care about him. You left him crying in my arms while he begged you to stay."
The sight of the boy, trembling in his arms, still lingered in Zayden's mind. And how Ren had simply turned, looked at them, and quietly left, back straight, refusing to linger.
That night, he hadn't understood why Ren would do such a thing—leave for something that seemed more important to him than anyone else, even Eiran. Even if the child was not his biological son, he had cherished him all the same. Seeing Ren act so distant then had left him confused.
Was he, as a demon, not behaving properly, by being selfish? Or was Ren simply heartless, even as a human?
