One night, while preparing for sleep in the embrace of his mother, he overheard a conversation between both of his parents.
“How can you hold that thing as if it’s your own child?”
His mother’s words expressed a warmth that sharply contrasted his father’s coldness.
“He is my child, and I embrace him because I love him. I’ll protect him from anything in this world that tries to harm him.”
“That is not our child! Our child was likely killed when that ‘thing’ entered your body! What we saw back then was its true form, and what you’re holding now is only a Human-shaped shell containing it! Its existence spells our very doom! Why can you not understand, Terra?!”
“Please keep your voice down. He’s trying to sleep. Besides, I don’t believe that nonsense about the ‘Cursed Child.’ No one is bo
