'If my little rabbit were still here, she'd know the rules of the Snake Clan—that we must discard inferior offspring…'
'She would surely cry.'
'She was like she was made of water, always with so many tears.'
'They were impossible to stop.'
The Duke had to hold her and comfort her for a long time every single time.
A complex emotion flashed in his golden, slitted pupils. The wind rose, and dead leaves drifted down. That delicate, charming figure he thought he'd just seen was nothing but a wistful fantasy.
...
The servant behind the Duke saw his master's resolute attitude and dared not try to dissuade him any further.
'All I can do is mourn for the young masters,' he thought.
It couldn't be helped. The Snake Clan was incredibly strict about their bloodlines, never accepting anything less than perfect.
After all, Lord Bo Lan once had ten older brothers. On the long road to maturity, every single one of them had died.
Lord Bo Lan was the sole survivor.
