Chapter 115: The Family

The demons went back home. Looking healthy and no longer caring if Forestria really was a land of sin or not.

They had fought a war.

The humans could have avoided said war if they had simply listened to them.

But I was rounding up my sons!

My twins.

My eldest was… unwell.

"Mordred, Morty," I knew that they didn't know their brother all that well. They were both blondes, and he was a redhead.

Mordred had purple eyes, because he was Aron's son, and Morty had Nate's brown eyes.

 Both of them looked so as if they were one punch away from making someone cry for their mother.

But they needed to realize that their brother was in a breakdown.

Both a mana and a mental one.

Those weren't fun. Man, I was in one as well.

 My bones hurt, feeling the cold weather that was coming with the distress of a dark nymph.

Not to mention that Pan was more than simply my son.