Monbatten froze at Amy's words.

"Her old mom?"

What did she mean? Was there a "before" and "after" version of Amy's mother?

No matter how much a person changes, their eyes don't. He was certain of that.

But not wanting to kill the mood, he smiled and nodded. "Alright, sure."

Amy's eyes lit up. "Then come to my house sometime! My mom's picture is there. I didn't bring it with me."

"Okay," he replied with a chuckle, ruffling her hair.

Amy looked up at him, all serious. "So, when are you coming?"

Monbatten hesitated, clearing his throat. "Well…"

"I heard those uncles and aunties talking earlier," Amy said with the precociousness only kids can have. "They said Daddy is super busy. Do you even have time to come to my house?"

"I'll make time," Monbatten said immediately.

"When?" Amy pressed, unwavering.

over at his aide,

free the evening after

Amy. "You heard that, didn't you? The evening

her tiny pinky.

put him completely at ease, even

wondering, Was that woman from Crera as remarkable as this child? Did she give someone else a kid

around Uncle Olsen's leg like a koala. "Grandpa, Grandpa! Daddy said he's coming to our house the

raised a brow, unimpressed by

moment like this,

Amy. "Did

shook her head,

carrying her over

the older man approached. Despite the age gap, Uncle Olsen

Monbatten, a pleasure to meet you," Uncle Olsen said

is mine, Mr. Olsen," Monbatten replied,

measured tone. "I've heard that Country A has been

a sigh

notorious for its pirate activity. Ships often avoided

prominent scientist. As part of their strategy, they had lured enemy forces to the main port, leaving the pirate-controlled strait as the only

end, the scientist returned safely through those treacherous waters—thanks to Lewis's assurance that the

Monbatten is willing to grant my daughter a few favors, that strait could be freely accessible to your nation's

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