'What does your mother mean to you?' Luna asked.
Zaroth raised an eyebrow at the question.
He honestly didn't need to think much about the answer as it was already obvious.
From what the religious people believed, the world didn't exist until the gods made it so.
Then the gods created all living beings.
But he had never seen a god, and even if he did, he wouldn't feel gratitude to them in any way. Opposite, in fact—he would try to kill them.
What about the ruler of the land he was on?
The emperor did nothing for him and his family when he was struggling, living in the poor village.
So he hated him as well.
The same could be said about the Purifiers and other organizations that were supposed to help him and the poor.
He had never received any kind of help.
What about his mother, then?
She was definitely his creator, she was the reason he was here, the reason he was born.
Sure, his life had been filled with unimaginable pain and struggling, and it was just barely starting,
