Chapter 391: Anticipated Encounter

"My son wasn't a demon lord though."

"Demon Lord?" My old father, I'll just call him Dad since that's not what I used to refer to the Marquis even once. Well, alright, my 'dad' did not learn when to take hints. It seemed the topic of getting united with one's son had hit him on a sore spot.

I thought they would all be fine even if I was dead, but that didn't seem to be the case. Why else would he ever come back to the Hunter's Association?

Anyway, my cheeks and horns were being pulled apart mid air and I had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Then maybe I am not," I said. I really, really, really did not want to be counted as this woman's son.

Not because she was hateful or a bitch, I was one too. She kinda reminded me of me, but there was a much more deeper and fundamental reason behind why I did not wish to be associated to her in the slightest.

"But, that ring is mine. I left it for my son."

I looked at my hand.