Lou was scared and he cried for his mother for hours, until his throat was dry. He was very thirsty. His body grew very weak.
He was thinking to break his promise to his mother.
But, on the fourth day, his father finally came. He opened the door and fed him. He put him on his lap and patted his back.
"You are my son. You are indeed my son. You are not tainted by the blood of that magic user. Good. Good."
Little Lou didn't know what kind of feeling he felt right now, but he had this urge to burn this man, just like what his mother did to Paul.
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"There, sleep there with your filthy mother."
The beautiful woman in his early forty, threw little Lou into the dungeon, where they kept her before the execution tomorrow. Lou didn't know that yet, but he was happy because he could spend his time with his mother.