Chapter 36
"Uh... you mean my mother?"
I rolled my eyes with an awkward look.
Honestly, I didn’t even know my mother's face.
All I knew were the stories my father had occasionally told me.
The Empress slammed the table with a bang and said,
"Yeah! Tell me about your mother. You said she wasn’t dead, right? She ran away, didn’t she?"
"She might be dead... but it doesn’t really seem like it. If she were, knowing my father’s personality, he would’ve at least taken me to her grave to pay respects..."
"Your father, just by looking, he’s one of those upright old-timers who always fuss about duty, right?"
"...Yes."
The Empress’s assessment was frighteningly accurate.
I rolled my eyes, recalling conversations with my father.
[Namia, I... I don’t want to say bad things about your mother.]