Empress Nancy

Lucerus followed suit, his small frame settling comfortably onto his mother's lap. A smirk tugged at his lips as he surveyed the room, his golden eyes sweeping over the assembled Heroes with an expression that was both curious and amused.

The room fell into a stunned silence as all eyes fixated on the child standing beside Nancy. 

Lucerus. 

Gasps rippled through the crowd, whispers spreading like wildfire. 

"Is that… really her child?" 

"What the hell?! This doesn't make any sense!" 

"Are you sure?! He should only be a year old, right?!" 

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure… but look at him!" 

"Maybe… maybe it's another baby she took in?" 

"That makes no sense! Just look at them—he's clearly her son."