What’s this…?

Just then, Cyrillote turned his head.

Amid the frozen time, he moved freely, his footsteps echoing softly as he walked.

He entered the house and approached my parents, stopping right next to them.

His gaze locked onto the baby swaddled in the bundle, staring at her as if she held the secrets of the universe.

“….”

What’s so fascinating about her?

I wanted to glare at him so hard he’d have to lower his gaze.

For a long moment, he simply stood there, staring intently at me—or rather, the baby me.

“...A baby…”

He murmured softly, his voice barely audible. Even his breaths seemed careful, as if afraid of disturbing the moment.

Guess even a demon finds babies fascinating when they see one for the first time.@@novelbin@@

Suddenly, he reached out a hand toward the baby’s cheek, stopping just short of touching her.

My eyes narrowed.

Keep your filthy hands away from her!

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