(40) Testing Patience

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Summary:

Claude speaks with his child and someone's patience is tested.


WARNING:


Claude refers to Tord as Athy (a shortened version of the Norwegian's second name in this story) and calls/considers the silvernette as his daughter.


For the readers, I hope you understand that I haven't used wrong nouns. Claude knows that his child is a boy. Hence, the use of he, his and him pronouns for Tord. But he still calls Tord as "daughter" and referred to him as a possible "mother" due to the positive psychological effect it has on the horned male.


It was already stated in one of the previous chapters that Tord ended up having a negative correlation to being refered to as Claude's son since he failed the man being such. Now, in the new timeline, the former Red Leader is trying to distance himself from his past mistakes and atone for what he has failed in by trying to be a good daughter that Claude wanted.


So, that how and why, the whole acceptance of Tord being refered to as such. It's also the reason why he ended up living somekind of double life.


Tord acts like a girl when he's with his father, servants and a few other people. With his friends and the people the gang which they usually interact with, he acts similar to what he was in the first timeline. 



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Claude could feel the palpable thrumming of his daughter's magic. The way it rang out a thunderous threatening tune whenever it was allowed freedom told the blond enough.

Athy was angry.

His darling little princess and starlight was practically boiling with it and yet he wondered how the other was able to control it. He wondered how his child was able to hide it underneath his happy smile and bright aura.

Staring at the person in front of him, Claude took note how Athy had his hair now back to silver and waist length with his eyes now glowing while it had cat slits. He took note how his daughter's clothes were now more of black than red and how small sparks of dark purple and violet lightning would sometimes run on the younger Obelia's skin.

"You've been staring for a long time now, Papa," Athy commented as put down the tablet he was holding and leaned back on his chair.

"Your butler, Sebastian, told me how you're planning to stay in America for the next two years." Claude stated as he drank the cup of tea in his hand.

"You know how it is, Papa. As much as I made the Crescent Moon, Re:Life is my prized child. It was the one to send me to the top and have my name carved into history."

"Indeed, because of your creations you became known as the Father of Androids. Or should I rightly say its Mother?"

"Whatever between the two; I am known to be the 'God' or parent of such things. As inferior the ones that are being sold as compared to my personal creations, these androids are still of my making. They use my blueprints, code, and chemical concoctions.

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