"Are you the mother?" Looking at the girl sitting in clothes similar to his, but smaller. Alfin voiced his suspicions.
"No, I am the daughter." The girl said, unfurling her hair while maintaining eye contact with Alfin. An answer that confused Alfin.
"The last time I saw you. You were a lot uglier and younger… What happened?" Alfin pointed out the problem, he remembers killing countless babies and none of them took the form of the girl in front of him.
But he was not going to get an answer to this question. Not yet. "Last time you were killing me, you were a lot more dead." She mocked. "Even after borrowing my birthright, knowing the future, having a system to increase your strength and you remain a deadbeat."