They remained motionless for almost a minute. Arkemeya was pressing harder on her saber, trying to hint to Hadjar that being stubborn wasn’t the best idea right now, but he was a little tired, so he was quite enjoying this short break before the revolution started in the Demon City.
“He wasn’t my father,” the demon hunter finally sheathed her saber and walked around the table to sit across from Hadjar. “The one who r***s your mother, forcibly stuffing his seed into her womb, can hardly be called a father.”
Hadjar saluted with his bowl. Saying ‘I’m sorry’ in such a situation was absolute nonsense.
“Yes, he had a brother,” Arkemeya said, taking out a wide bottle made of cloudy glass from her spatial artifact. She knocked the cork off with the edge of her hand and took three deep gulps. Th
