"I want to see what my real mother looks like." And honestly… I still wonder why my mother sought Ms. Tibarn, not me. Emma thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. I'll take you later." I should bring Malrik. If he's mine to protect, the Enchanter Clan must see it. From now on, Malrik stays with me—no one else touches him. I know the Enchanter Clan and Celia won't back down. Fine. If they ignore words, Marcus will use his fists. Everything they did to Malrik, I'll pay back—debt by debt. … In the front hall, Celia and several clan elders had waited nearly an hour. Still no sign of Emma. The manor guards stood like statues—expressionless, silent.They didn't even offer a cup of water. Celia's patience broke. Her delicate face contorted with anger and irritation. "What is the meaning of this, Emma? Are we to be left waiting endlessly? Is this some show of arrogance?" An elder frowned and echoed, "Indeed, Emma's conduct lacks all respect. Are these her manners toward guests?" The others nodded in agreement. "Exactly, this female is too much." The longer Celia stewed, the angrier she grew. She was convinced Emma was acting deliberately. "She delays us on purpose. She knows why we're here—she's afraid to give up Malrik. He must be close by." Celia seethed. A female like Emma is completely unworthy of my son, Merlin. She strode to the door, voice cold, and commanded the head guard, "Tell Emma to bring my son here now."Before the guard could react, a cool, lazy voice floated from the entrance. "You call us rude, yet your Enchanter screams in someone else's home and thinks that's polite?" Celia and the elders spun around. Emma walked in with Malrik at her side. Behind her were Marcus, Edric, Kieran, and the overlord of three domains, Drake. Celia's eyes locked onto Malrik's unharmed body—shock flashed through her. He's unharmed. Even the stolen ability is back. How did Emma manage that? Did he eat the Beast God's fruit himself? Is that why he escaped the Enchanter Clan so easily? Her shock melted into fury. "Malrik!" She screamed and lunged forward, raising her hand for a vicious slap. "You ungrateful brat!" But just as her hand descended, a pale, slender hand seized her wrist. The grip was crushing—pain shot up Celia's arm. Emma's eyes were ice. "What do you think you're doing?" Celia struggled but couldn't break free. She shrieked, "I'm hitting my son! Why are you interfering?! Let go!" She glared at Malrik and demanded, "Malrik, how did you get here? Did Emma send someone to steal you? Or did you sneak out after eating the Beast God's fruit?!" Looking at her, Malrik felt sudden disgust. He turned away and gazed up at Marcus. "Daddy… you lied to me. This mad female can't be my real mother." Celia froze. He… called Marcus Daddy? Marcus lifted his eyelids lazily. "Are you getting old? Can't hear well?" His voice dripped with mockery. "He said I'm his father." Then, just to make it worse, he slung an arm around Malrik's shoulders."Be good. Call me again. Louder this time." Malrik obeyed instantly. "Daddy!" Celia and the elders turned to stone. Mr. Malrik… is calling the Frostveil Wolf King Father? He's lost his mind. Completely. Celia snapped out of it first and roared, "Malrik, are you insane?!"