Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 410 (Part 2):

“Moreover, to the Grand Duke of Renosa, nothing is more important than protecting and ruling Renosa.”

If that was his heart, forcing tears or showing newfound affection for Helmut out of feigned emotion would be nothing but lies and deception.

However, this meant the Grand Duke knew it was futile to expect familial affection or bonds from Helmut, who would now be part of Renosa.

This was the Grand Duke’s version of an honest choice, an arrogance that did not look back. Instead of reflecting, he endured.

Helmut, too, found the Grand Duke’s unilaterally decided attitude displeasing, yet he had no desire to wring an apology from him. Nor did he intend to accept one.

What stood here were not a father and son, but the Grand Duke of Renosa and his heir.

“I understand clearly.”

Family games were not something Helmut desired now either. He already had parents, a lover, and friends.

There was no place for the Grand Duke of Renosa to insert himself now. The only innocent one Helmut had accepted was Charlotte.

A sudden question crossed Helmut’s mind. If he had faced the Grand Duke of Renosa four years ago, would things have been different?

‘That’s something I can no longer know.’

He had no lingering attachment to things that hadn’t happened.

One day, Helmut would inherit everything and become the Grand Duke of Renosa. That was enough.

At the end of the conversation, the Grand Duke turned away.

“…Go and prepare. Tomorrow morning, we return to Renosa.”

Standing with his back to the window, the Grand Duke’s silhouette was resolute and cold.

Helmut knew that he himself was inhuman, yet it seemed this was not because Helmut had grown up in the Forest of Roots but rather due to the influence of his bloodline.

He felt almost shabby before the Grand Ducal House of Renosa. Elaga, the demonic beast, was more human than they were.

Helmut turned. His gaze brushed past the Grand Duchess.

Having listened to the entire conversation between the Grand Duke and Helmut, she wore a heavy expression.

With her cold blood, she might be calculating what her relationship with Helmut would be moving forward.

As Renosa’s heir, Helmut could not immediately strike her down, and unless she made another hostile move against him, he likely would not harm her.

But he would never again tolerate such a situation from someone he could place no trust in.

“Uh……”

At that moment, the Grand Duchess raised a hand as if to stop him, her lips trembling. She looked as though she wanted to ask something.

Helmut spoke coldly.

“Your Grace, if you have business with me, speak.”

The icy tone, like a wall, made the Grand Duchess flinch.

He would never again call her mother. She had chosen to be the Grand Duchess over a mother.

Yet she hesitated to speak. Helmut knew what she was hesitating over.

‘She wants to know what I’ll do with Michael, but she can’t ask because of guilt, can she?’

No, not guilt. She feared that provoking Helmut’s wrath would harm Michael. Even now, her priorities remained unchanged.

But a heart that had hit rock bottom and shattered into pieces could no longer make Helmut feel anything about that fact.

“If you have nothing to say, I’ll take my leave.”

As he moved to leave coldly, Margret urgently called out.

“Helmut! What… what will you do from now on?”

Helmut slowly turned to face her. Her lake-blue eyes shimmered with an imploring light.

Those eyes, perfect for masking her cold true intentions with affection and trust, had been impossible for a child not to fall for.

That she still instinctively sought to appeal to emotion was what made her repulsive.

Staring at Margret’s plaintive face, Helmut spoke impassively.

“You may look forward to what I will do. But I promise you this clearly: everything will be done in a manner befitting Renosa’s heir.”

Margret’s expression crumpled as if doused with cold water.

Helmut’s paused steps resumed. Margret did not try to stop him again.

Alonso, the commander of the Black Wing Knights, followed to escort Helmut. Helmut made a request.

“Please guide me to that man.”

The Holy Knight—he had something to say to him. Alonso readily agreed.

“Yes.”

As he walked under Alonso’s guidance, cold thoughts gripped Helmut.

His revenge would not be swift. Not while the Grand Duke of Renosa stood firm.

Helmut would gradually strip the Grand Duchess of her status and authority.

Margret would live in fear of the day Helmut ascended as Grand Duke, when the current Grand Duke’s shadow faded, and she was no longer Grand Duchess.

Then, as the mother of the Grand Duke, she could hope for no special treatment. If Helmut wished, her fate could be utterly wretched.

That was Margret’s fear and the price of her sin.

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