Book 16: Chapter 21
I shook Mom’s shoulders rigorously: “Mom, what on Earth are you saying…? What are you saying?! Lucia is my wife! What are you saying? Haven’t you acknowledge Lucia already? Furthermore, Lucia gave birth to my children! And… and our child is the future monarch of elves!! They’re in danger! Vera and Nona are in danger!”
“Vera will be fine.” Mom calmly replied. Mom looked bolder and more aggressive than before. Additionally, she looked more possessive. She tightly grabbed my shoulders and looked at me with a crazed smile. She licked her lips and replied, “I cast a spell on Vera long ago. She’ll automatically be teleported to me when she’s in danger, which is why she’ll be safe. Therefore, don’t worry, Son. Just stay by Mommy’s side as you did in the past, all right? As long as you stay with Mommy, everything will be fine…
Lucia and Nona… are just ordinary elves. Let them die. Who cares about them? Let them die. Everything is fine as long as you have Mommy, right? Everything is fine as long as you’re by Mommy’s side, right? Is Mommy not enough for you? You already have… Mommy… yet you want another elf? Do you know how much that hurts Mommy…? Do you know how much pain Mommy is in every day nowadays…? You’re my son. Isn’t it perfectly normal for you to like Mommy?”
“That cl-, ah!!”
When I was about to fight back, a magic spell smashed down on my head and pressed my entire body to the ground. My head was smashed straight into the grass, and I couldn’t budge. My dragon scales could deflect the magic attacks, but they couldn’t stop magic that used the air around as a medium.
Mom squatted down and gently touched my cheek. The magic she used to keep me pinned was perfect. I couldn’t budge a single finger, but I could comfortably breathe. With an infatuated and borderline crazy smile, she said, “Son, you’re amazing. You truly are this world’s most beautiful and most precious treasure. How are you able to be so cute and likable? Aaaaah, Son, Mommy really wants to brainwash you to keep you by Mommy’s side forever.”
“Mom! Let go! Let go of me!!!”
“But, then, my son will lose his most lively eyes.”
Mom gently pointed at my eye with her finger. She looked at my eyes with a crazed gaze. I desperately struggled, but all I could do was look back at Mom’s eyes. I was genuinely angry for the first time. My wife and daughter were in danger, yet my biological mother was keeping me pinned on the ground to satiate her possessive desires. I had no means of breaking free. Suddenly, her gaze changed. She extended a finger and stabbed it into my eye socket.