The child must have received a great shock. Perhaps he even felt a deep sense of betrayal from someone he trusted and followed as family. That’s what Masain thought at first.
However, what he actually discovered in Morres’ eyes was his own fear, foolishness, and incompetence—things he had desperately tried to hide until now.
Masain felt utterly dismantled within that inexplicable gaze.
It was the feeling of becoming a lowly soul standing before the judgment seat of an absolute being.
The feeling that his weak essence was being laid bare, exposed starkly without a single thing left concealed.
The overwhelming feeling of falling into an endless abyss, only to be completely swallowed by darkness in the end…
“…”
Blink.
That magical, strange moment vanished the instant the child blinked his eyes once.
Morres dawdled as he got up from his seat alone, and soon began to fiddle with the toys placed on the floor without a single word.
“…Your Highness.”
“Hm? What?”
“…”
At that utterly casual retort, Masain instead found his words choking up.
Fortunately, the awkward moment passed quickly. Shortly after, Logan returned to the playroom holding teacups with a pleasant fragrance.
He spotted Morres sitting sprawled on the floor and his eyes widened.
“Why are you sitting like that? Morres. Are you hurt? Your aura seems very disturbed.”
It was a sharpness hard to believe from someone who had just turned six years old. At that, Morres replied with a slightly sulky expression.
“No? I’m not?”
“You don’t seem like you’re not. Something’s definitely wrong with you right now.”
Logan set the…