The moon has risen from the horizon, but the sun has not completely set. The sky is still bright. Several Knights of the Round Table are chatting about something, including Mashu. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Robin are sitting by the lake.
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Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the moon.
Robin lowered his head and looked at the moon in the lake.
The lake ripples and the moon breaks.
"Well... although I really want to say something cool at this time, but... in fact, my own destination, where is this kind of thing..."
Robin looked away from the broken moon, sneered and touched his face with a finger.
"It's not so much that I don't know, it's better to say that I haven't thought about it."
She curled up her legs, crossed her arms, and placed her chin on her knees. Her eyes wandered, not focusing on anything.
"I've been like this since my mother died."
"Although I have a fixed residence in the Fairy Realm, living in the Fairy Realm has never felt real."
"It's still the same until now..."
Robin's face tilted involuntarily, half of his face resting on his knees.
Fujimaru Ritsuka put one arm on his knees and looked at Robin.
She could clearly feel "sadness", no, it should be said... "melancholy" in Robin.
"...What kind of person is Miss Robin's mother?"
Her eyes lowered slightly, she sat up straight and asked Robin.
"Mom..." Robin put down a hand and drew a circle on the grass where he was sitting, "Mom, she is an ordinary mother."
"She may have been a very beautiful girl at first, but when I started to become more sensible, I found that my mother was not very beautiful anymore."
"But..."
Robin's face straightened up again and he raised his head. A smile appeared on his face at some point.
"I like mom."
"Because my mother fell in love with a goblin and gave birth to me, a child who was obviously not a human being, she was disgusted by the villagers in the place where she originally lived, so in my impression, it has always been my mother and me.
Live together individually.”
"You know Lixiang, according to what my mother said, I was very small when I was born, really small, even my mother's hand was not big enough. My mother was so surprised at that time because her belly was so big before she gave birth to me.
Big."
Robin's eyes reflected the moon in the sky, and his voice was full of nostalgia as he spoke to Fujimaru Ritsuka vividly.
"My mother took me to live on the edge of the fairy forest. According to what she said, she wondered if one day she could see her lover again, my father, Oberon, the king of fairies."
At this point, Robin's expression became obviously lost, and his head lowered again.
"That must have been the first time I lost my temper with my mother..."
...
"Why do you always care so much about that guy!"
The petite girl slammed the table and looked at the woman sitting opposite her angrily.
"It's obviously him who abandoned you! It's obviously him who made you suffer so much humiliation and be hated by everyone!"
"Why do you still care about him so much!"
Bang!
"If he really still cares about you, he should have come back to you long ago! But he didn't! It's been more than ten years, no!"
The girl's chest rose and fell greatly, and she looked quite angry.
But the woman sitting opposite her just lowered her head and endured the girl's anger silently.
"...Robin, he is your father."
There was some grievance in the woman's voice, and the girl could tell that she seemed to be trying her best to hold back her cries.
"Even your name was given by him... You don't have to look for a target, you can live in this world simply and happily. That's what your name means..."
The girl looked at her mother, trembled involuntarily, and sat down with her lips pursed.
"...Mom, I'm sorry."
"I just feel..."
Clenching her fists, the girl finally said nothing.
"Robin, my child, my lovely little daughter."
The woman picked up Robin and held him tightly in her arms.
She wasn't talking, she was just holding her daughter and rocking it.
...
"Anyway, I haven't mentioned that bastard to my mother since this time."
Robin was already lying on the slightly sloping grass slope, looking at the moon and grinning.
"Is this so..."
Robin actually mentioned the Goblin King Oberon more than once before, and even introduced himself as "son of the Goblin King Oberon". Fujimaru Ritsuka thought Robin didn't hate this father.
.
As a result, he is now "that bastard".
"Well...seeing that you look confused, I want to tell you. It's been such a long time and I don't know what I was thinking anymore."
Robin sat up again.
"The lifespans of humans and fairies are different."
Holding one of his legs, Robin's voice was a little dull.
"Humans can live up to a hundred years, but some goblins and goblins, and even half-goblins like me, can be said to have no end in sight, at least for a considerable number of goblins."
"So, mother passed away."
"Died a long, long time ago."
Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't speak, just listened quietly.
"Before my mother passed away, she was already very old. She could no longer walk or speak. It was me who took care of everything about my mother every day."
"But... you will still be somewhat lonely, right? Yes, right?"
There was a hint of crying in Robin's voice.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked towards Robin.
Robin was wiping tears with his sleeves, trying not to cry.
"When my mother got old, she could no longer hear anything. No matter how I called her, there would be no response. She would just sit blankly, looking at the forest and everything."
"But...one time, when I fell down without paying attention, my mother laughed."
"That was the first time I saw my mother's smile after she got old."
Although she was clearly crying, Robin laughed.
She covered her eyes, her voice still trembling.
"In order to make my mother laugh more, I started playing endless pranks, because my mother would only laugh when she played pranks."
"But... even in this case, my mother still passed away."
"I still have the appearance of a young girl, but my mother has reached the end of her life."
"Why does this happen? Why?"
Robin buried his head in his arms, leaving Ritsuka Fujimaru beside him at a loss.