Calix was stunned as the old woman embraced him, crying loudly as if she saw her dead daughter...
"W- Wait, ma'am, you need to calm down! I'm not your daughter, can't you see that I'm a man? I'm a he! My pronouns are he and him!"
He declared and pushed the woman.
"Wuu wuuu wuuu wuuu..."
The woman wiped away her tears and looked at him.
Indeed, this man was not her daughter. The only thing they had in common was the eyes, the green eyes like the forest...
"I... I'm sorry."
She sniffed and stopped sobbing. Still, her heart was broken. It took her half an hour to calm down.
Calix felt bad watching her cry. If he was right, this woman before him was her grandmother. He only met her once, and he was just a baby back then, so he didn't remember her.
He pulled out a handkerchief.
"Ma'am, you can use this."
"Th-thank you."
She stopped crying and tried her best to smile. But it was obvious that she loved her daughter very much.
"So... May I know who you are and why you are here on my property?"
"I'm a reporter from CNM and I want to interview you about the tragedies of your ancestors."
"I see, so it's the same guy again. I can't remember how many times this has happened lately." She frowned.
"The last time was a woman who asked me the same thing! But I'm not stupid. I know that they are just using the past crimes of the royal family to kick the current king off the throne!"
"Y-yes."
Calix nodded and agreed. He hadn't expected that the people were really crazy. They would bring back the crimes of the past to demonize the current government. Slavery was over, but some organizations used it to create division.
"You're one of them, huh?"
The woman looked at him, this time a little questioningly. She had no respect for reporters and paparazzi. Most of the time, they would do anything just to get a good scoop. They didn't care about someone's privacy.
Her gaze was even heavy. Calix started to sweat as he realized that this woman was not easy.