Capítulo 172: Brainwashing

[1914 - Munich] 

Standing near Heinrich with a big smile on her face, Dahlia held the newborn in her hand. Upon Heinrich's gesture, Dahlia laid the newborn in the crib. Heinrich grabbed his centuries-old quill, opened the last page of his journal, and then wrote down a name. 

"Sebastian," Heinrich smiled, "Let us name him that." 

Dahlia walked toward the baby and picked him up slowly, looking at him and smiling brightly. 

"Dahlia," Heinrich called her for the first time in forever, "What do you think of the name?" 

"It is beautiful, Great Father," Dahlia replied, "I will raise him just how you raised me," She added unwillingly. She felt sick. 

Heinrich nodded, closing the journal shut and placing it inside the little chest in front of him. He closed the padlock of the chest and stood up from his chair. 

"My knees ache," Heinrich muttered as he walked across the huge room, all the way from his chair to his bed, "It might rain today."