Book 11: Chapter 21
“Hmm…”
The elder placed his hand that resembled tree bark on the exposed, bulging belly of the young girl in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and sensed the breathing of the child within. A moment later, he revealed a satisfied smile and said, “Not bad, not bad. I can sense it. There is a child responding to my mana. That means that the child’s mana is not inferior to yours, Vyvyan.”
Vyvyan smiled and replied, “That is right. I can sense a strong life force, as well. Therefore, Lucia has fulfilled the duties of being my son’s wife. Lucia can continue staying with the tribe now for my child’s sake, right?”
“No, that is not possible,” replied the elder, shaking his head. He then looked at Vyvyan with a serious look. “She is a lowly elf. That will not change, just because she gave birth to a descendant with a strong bloodline. The Galadriel tribe does not need defects. It is an insult to have a lowly elf with an inferior bloodline in our tribe. The Galadriel tribe cannot accept that. The other child in her belly is not responding; hence, it is clear that it is a lowly being. Exile her along with that child.”
Vyvyan hesitated for a moment. She then looked at her father before her and asked, “Father, if we do that… if we do that… would it not be too cruel on Lucia?”
“Lucia should be aware that this would be her ending,” answered the elder. He looked at Lucia with a cold gaze. His gaze was filled with disdain. “It’s unacceptable for a lowly elf, with inferior blood, to marry a Galadriel. Lucia couldn’t have gotten close to Troy if it wasn’t for you excessively pampering Troy. This is a wilful dream. It’s time the two of them woke up from it. Vyvyan, Troy is no longer a child. He shouldn’t be acting wilful in your arms anymore! He is a child of the Galadriel tribe, not your son alone!”
“You… You…”
Vyvyan’s gaze turned very frightening in an instant. It took a single instant for her blood-red eyes to be filled with murderous intent. The temperature in the room dropped extremely low. Ice began to freeze every inch of the room. She looked at her father with a cold gaze. The elder was frightened. He stood up and prepared to flee, but the door handle had been frozen stiff. Vyvyan walked over to him in an imposing fashion. She looked at him with a gaze filled with murderous intent. That gaze was similar to the gaze of an aggravated evil dragon.
“Troy is forever my son. Troy is my son, not Elizabeth’s and not the Galadriel tribe’s. He is my son, my only son. I will not allow anyone to take him from me. Absolutely nobody! Are you trying to take him away from me?!”