The girl and the maid (part 2)

It sounded like the maid calmed down a bit – or maybe not, but either way the words she spoke certainly fit exactly in what Zombie wanted Cranberry to realize.

"But... but she's my mother...!"

Cranberry gasped in a trembling voice.

"Do you really think that bloodline matters that much? The cruelest and most hateful people that I know and talked about are in fact very close relatives of mine. Don't make the mistake of thinking that blood is everything."

The maid warned her sounding utterly pitiful and sad.

"They are insecure and pour all their hatred on the most innocent ones... and... well... I am no different than them..."

She added sounding as if she hid her face in her hands.

"No, you're not! You are a good person!"

Cranberry sounded as if she was furiously shaking her head desperately denying the woman in a stubborn voice.