Kapitel 90: He Who is Brave Enough to ask for Permission

Of course. Emilia would be telling those things to our mother. She was the one who bore us, and we should not keep secrets from her. However, even when it comes to how we should live our lives, we should follow her. 

I sigh. There was no use dwelling on something that had already happened. Gahh! I still think of those past moments. Well, not as often as I want to, but I do. We all were shaped by our past after all. 

I pulled my younger sister away so I could look at her. She really looked like our father. Fair-skinned and tall. Me and my siblings had black hair, but Mia and I got our dad's curly hair. Emilia got his creative ability to draw. I got my father's way with words.