Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

I sat next to the tombstone. No matter how I looked at it, the stone seemed as though it was pulled off from some boulder. There was no mound of dirt. The only thing there was a tombstone. I sat there in silence. To be frank, I didn’t feel anything emotionally. He might’ve been my father, but I didn’t have any emotional attachments to him. To me, he was just a random stranger and someone who I’d sigh about. To me, it felt no different to looking at the grave of a stranger. As a matter of fact, it felt as though I was looking at the grave of somebody from another generation, somebody I only knew of from word-of-mouth and books. I quietly sighed before standing up.

“This is not a grave, thou need not worry.”

I suddenly heard a voice a voice from behind. The voice wasn’t an imposing voice from overhead, but from a location of the same height I was currently at. I turned my head around to see a pair of blue and golden eyes looking at me. I froze up the first time I saw her. Aside from her eyes, everything else about her was the product of Elizabeth and Vyvyan combined. She had Vyvyan’s long blonde hair and Elizabeth’s thin lips. Her fingers were the same as Vyvyan’s, in that they were more slender than human fingers. As for her breasts… they were a little bit bigger than the two of them… She was about my height, and therefore very tall. She possessed the combination of my two moms’ unique points. I thought my moms were staring at me for a second… It wasn’t a magnificent feeling. Normally, if my two moms both came to me and looked at me that way, then that meant that they were about to fight again… and definitely for something to do with me.

She gently moved her hand. Her blue and golden eyes staring at me caused me to feel a little dizzy. People’s eyes didn’t emit light; they received light. However, her snake-like eyes seemed to emit light. Her pupils were slightly strange. Her gaze contained a tinge of sadness.

“Dragons feel sorrow? Will they feel sorrow for an elf?” I asked myself.

She let out a heavy sigh, and then placed a hand on my head. To be honest, her action made me feel the same type of concern I felt when Elizabeth first touched me… I suspected she was going to twist my neck off… She stroked my head: “Thou have already grown. Thou father mentioned thou many times. I see thou as my child.”

Her archaic dialect was so hard to understand. I thought, “If you’ve spoken with my father before, did you not learn how to speak?!”

I said, “Sorry, sorry, I want to know if my father is still alive or not.”

“Come with me.”