"I'm sorry, son. It's just... your face is truly perfect."
Mr. William said as he gently wiped away Lucian's tears, his eyes filled with sorrow.
[...]
[So this is the main reason, huh? Even monsters judge by looks—this world obsessed with appearances is insane!]
[Hahahahaha Nerio's appearance is always flawless, that's the unwavering faith I have in this narcissistic god.]
Lucian brushed aside the hand pinching his cheek and pouted slightly but said nothing more.
Mr. William smiled. "Alright, let's go."
Lucian looked at his father and asked, "What about Mom?"
Mr. William squinted slightly, his gaze full of subtle implications. "Your mother's been quite busy lately. She's in her private quarters—don't worry about her. Besides, she never takes part in the god-offering ceremony. We have to bear this responsibility, Lucian."
Lucian nodded, indicating he understood, and said nothing further.
