“What?”

The one who responded to his question was not Kraye but Olivia.

She reacted to the sudden question like a tuna struck by a harpoon, shaking her shoulders in pain from the ache that came from her heels. Meanwhile, Isaac faced Kraye, who was right in front of him, yet completely undetectable, and swallowed his dry saliva.

Olivia, who had been groaning briefly, shouted towards the obscured Isaac.

“A son? What nonsense is this!”

Isaac’s survival instinct was loudly warning him.

If he didn’t answer correctly at this very moment, he might not survive tonight.

“Isaac!”

Olivia, as if she would grab Isaac by the collar right away to force an answer, moved with the intention, but Kraye’s crimson eyes sank even colder than before.

Isaac had to shout before he could organize his answer and choose the words for it.

“I met a child with crimson eyes!”

His desperate shout accurately pierced Olivia’s ears.

For a moment, she blinked in disbelief, then slowly tilted her head after understanding what she had just heard.

“What…?”

With that, Isaac began to explain, unleashing an explanation he had not had time to prepare.

“Crimson eyes. It’s the eye color I’ve seen only once in my entire life. I can’t say what eye colors people across the continent have with my own experience, but anyway, it’s a very unique and rare color, isn’t it?”

After a brief pause, Isaac, driven by survival instinct, brought out the Bolshvik.

“Like Bolshvik, who has both vivid red hair and eyes with an unblemished blue color or iris color like a periwinkle. Only Bolshvik has both.”

As Isaac closed his mouth, Olivia, who had been hit too hard on the back of her head and momentarily lost her senses, took a deep breath.

During the few seconds Olivia took to catch her breath, Isaac went through life and death several times.

Isaac’s back was soaked in cold sweat, and after dozens of desperate attempts to find an escape route, Olivia finally opened her mouth.

“So, in the end, he is Kraye’s child with the same eye color?”

“I told you, didn’t I? Like Bolshvik.”

Olivia, who pressed her red and hot eyes with her hand due to embarrassment, opened her mouth.

“Indeed.”

She buried her body, which she had leaned forward, deep behind the sofa, and looked at Isaac with suspicion, still pointing at him with the firm back of Kraye, who had not been completely revealed.

“Just saying the eye color is the same… That’s quite an explanation.”

Isaac’s words initially sounded like madness, but hearing his explanation, it seemed plausible again.

As Olivia nodded, Isaac quickly added as a glimmer of light shone in his path forward.

“Well, you have something to live for now.”
“And the child is desperately trying to hide something from their own body, claiming to be a descendant of the LeVere family entrusted with the family’s name until the Taren family’s debts are settled.”

“Even though you know it’s a child of the LeVere family, why say such things?”

“I thoroughly searched through the previous records in Tarenzor, but there was no mention of a child with crimson eyes from the LeVere family.”

“Do you think it’s an adopted child? No, rather, whose child could it possibly be? The child might be Kraye’s son.”

The moment the phrase ‘Kraye’s child’ fell from Olivia’s lips, Isaac felt a chilling sensation as if his neck had been cut off.

“But, in the end, he is a man in front of Princess Hwangnyeo….”

At this very moment, the words of Anbuh passing through his mind were vivid.

“Yes, that’s right. I shouldn’t have asked such a question in front of Princess Hwangnyeo.”

However, he was the master who allowed him to speak in front of Princess Hwangnyeo without hiding anything!

Isaac raised his hand in frustration.

“It’s absolutely not something that came from my mind. Absolutely not.”

The talk about Sugar being Kraye’s son was a hypothesis that emerged during a conversation with Anbuh.

“A child? There’s no way that’s true.”

“Keeping all possibilities open is important!”

Anbuh opened her eyes wide and tilted her head.

“I don’t know if the face is similar, but it could be possible for a girl at that age to resemble her mother when she was young.”

“That child.”

Isaac stopped talking.

Although Sugar looked like a girl of the same age as she passed by, in reality, he was a boy.

It’s not just about hiding the gender, but it must be related to some secret the child has.

Moreover, without actually examining, he might be wrong.

“That child?”

“It’s nothing. But why would you suddenly think of that?”

“The eye color was crimson. It’s a color I’ve never seen in my life, precisely, I’ve never seen it except for that person. And if that’s her daughter, you can match the reason why the missing servant emphasized Sugar so much.”

“It suddenly sounds plausible.”

“Right? So, we need to check!”

“How?”

“We have to ask!”

Although he did not nod at her words.

It was always too late for regrets, and he had to remember the advice of the ancestors to run away faster when he could.