After Genos escorted Eugene down, he told Eugene to wait there for a bit and then left to go somewhere.

He returned before too long, holding a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Eugene had no idea what this guy was trying to do with those and just stared at Genos with a bewildered expression.

“The statue?” Genos prompted.

“...Ah, yes,” Eugene quickly agreed.

Without asking any questions, no matter how much he wanted to, Eugene pulled the statue and the memorial stone out of his cloak.

Right away, a trail of tears started streaming down from Genos’s bloodshot eyes once more. No matter how you looked at it, there was no way that these tears were just caused by conjunctivitis.

After Genos had stared at the statue and the memorial stone for quite some time, he bowed his head and got onto his knees. Then, with a careful hand, he placed the bouquet of flowers and the bottle of wine down in front of the memorial stone.

Next, Genos first filled a glass to the brim with the wine and placed it in front of the memorial stone. Then he poured a glass for himself and chugged the wine down all by himself.

Looking at this scene, Eugene felt like he had no choice but to seriously consider the question, ‘Could this bastard really be my descendant?’

But it couldn’t be. This was Genos Lionheart. He was Captain of the Second Division of the Knights of the Black Lion, and he was definitely Vermouth’s descendant.

Eugene began speculating, ‘Could a descendant that I didn’t even know about… have gotten married to one of Vermouth’s descendants in order to produce this brat…? No, there’s no way that could be the case. I definitely never had any children.’

It wasn’t like Hamel hadn’t had any experience with women, but he had never left behind any offspring. On top of that, after becoming one of Vermouth’s companions, he had never slept with a woman. Sienna and Anise had been keeping their eyes peeled open right next to him whenever the possibility came up, Vermouth and Molon had never shown any interest in going out to have fun at night, and Hamel also wasn’t the type to sneak out and go enjoy the nightlife.

No matter how much he...