After all, if the daughter is so beautiful, how could her mother be any less attractive?
He couldn't help himself and ended up with an illegitimate daughter; it was an unavoidable matter.
Thinking of this, Hemulinp couldn't help but reminisce.
He was thinking about Liz's mother.
That woman's face...
"...Why is it always so blurry, completely elusive from my memory?"
Hemulinp began to feel confused for who knows how many times.
It wasn't the first time Hemulinp had tried to recall the details about Liz's mother.
But every recollection was vague; other than remembering his first encounter with Liz's mother, their time together, and the romantic settings, he remembered nothing else.
He couldn't remember her appearance.
He couldn't remember her origins.
All he knew was that he was indeed enchanted by her for a long time and, after finally winning her affection, he suddenly grew tired of her and left abruptly, as if the time he had been enchanted was nothing but a fiction.
