Inside the Denver House...
The great mother's room...
Ren sat on the sofa, his face clouded with a grim expression, gazing down in shame.
The great mother stood near the window, peering outside with a disappointed look etched on her face.
"I can't comprehend... Why do you refuse to assume leadership of the Denver Household? Wasn't this your lifelong aspiration? And now you're rejecting it?
If you take over the reins, the house won't remain under Anon's dominion," the great mother voiced, directing her gaze at Ren.
"I-I just can't be the house leader... Mother, you have to understand..." Ren's voice wavered, his legs shaking rapidly.
'Mother, how can I explain this to you? I'm also his slave, and I became one before you. If I ascend as the Denver house leader, it won't impact our status. We will still be Anon's slave and it will just damage our status even more.' Ren ruminated while nervously biting his nails.