Draco's hands trembled upon hearing the truth. He could remember all his sufferings at the hand of Cinzia since he grew up not knowing who his mother was.
"Father…" Draco whispered. He felt all his energy drain out of his body, but he felt someone grab his hand. When he turned around, he saw the demon smiling at him. He was about to speak, but Rocco took his attention.
"Draco, I'm sorry for depriving you of your mother, but even I don't know where she is. I know she's alive," Rocco stated with a sad smile.
Draco bit his lips to stop himself from breaking down. He was tired of his struggles inside the Palace and hoped that someday, he would find peace in his life.
"I forgive you, father. Rosina will scold me if I keep hatred in my chest," Draco replied and hugged Rocco. He had many words to say, but he was tired of feeling remorse for everyone. He wanted to create a realm where everyone would live peacefully for Rosina's sake.
