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To be honest, Eugene had been half expecting to receive a slap. While he hadn't believed Gilead would resort to such actions, he had thought Ancilla might have both the right and the inclination to do so.
Initially, Eugene's impression of Ancilla had been that of a typical noblewoman who had been married into a family as the second wife — full of ambitions for power within the family and bent on raising her offspring with a strict, iron hand to realize her aspirations. But it wasn't long before he realized she wasn't just some blinded, ambitious noblewoman.
Ancilla had a knack for distinguishing friends from foes. If she found someone too challenging to handle, she made sure to forge ties, turning potential enemies into allies. After adopting Eugene, she imparted this wisdom to her children, ensuring they never antagonized him. Moreover, she never acted badly towards him as well.
All that had been nearly a decade ago. The fierce Ancilla of yesteryears had since mellowed considerably.
The fact still remained that even during her fiercer days, she wouldn't have slapped Eugene over such a matter.
"Perhaps I wasn't prepared enough," Eugene murmured with a rueful smile. He had distanced himself from Ancilla's embrace a while ago while Ciel was still engaged in a conversation with her parents.
"What kind of preparation?" Cyan queried with a quizzical tilt of his head while standing by Eugene’s side.
Eugene watched Ciel being consoled by Gilead as he replied, "I thought she might blame me for Ciel's eye and give me a few slaps for it."
"Eugene, you…. What exactly do you think of our mother?" Cyan probed.
"It’s all your fault that...
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