“Besides Leonardo, there are other noble blacks…”
“And how can I find his father?”
Nik smiled.
“Just as you always do it – watch through his life.”
“His childhood. Yes!” Agreed Kors, but nevertheless he was greatly annoyed that his assumptions and the hopes and plans for revenge connected with it turned out to be incorrect and empty.
“Are you upset?” Nik asked.
“Hell yes! I don’t want to watch his worthless life! And why do I need another true black? I need Leonardo. Now that doesn’t make any sense!”
“Does Leonardo have children at all?”
“As far as I am informed, his children were weak and died in infancy, none of them survived to adulthood.”
“Sadly…”
“Not at all sad!”
“And Salaf has no children, and Zagpeace and Prince Ariel – only you have children, but they are not purebred.”
“Prince Ariel will now, thanks to the diamonds of Ore town, restore his ruined estate, happily marry some noble black woman and continue his family, I have no doubt. Varakh has a son and two daughters. However, the girls are twins, and this is also considered a sign of degeneration.”
“Does Daniel Crassus have heirs?”
Kors shook his head.
“His son died in the war with the Reds, Daniel took this loss hard.”
“It’s a pity.”
“Yes, Nik, true blacks are degenerating, there are less and less of us. We lose ourselves and dissolve in the general mass of mudbloods and commoners.”
“And you also contributed to this mixture.”
“Yes.”
“You blamed me for doing a lot of stupid things, but isn’t your connection with Iness the same madness?”
Kors lowered his head.
“Now I understand this and admit my mistake, but in fact I am not as noble as you think due to your inexperience. I am not as pure-blooded as Prince Arel, Prince Ariel or Salafael. There is no royal blood in my veins. Yes, I am from the race of masters, from a good decent family, but my ancestors did not observe purity so much: sometimes there was a misalliance. Of course, I am not a peasant or a commoner. But in many ways, I built my career myself. Thanks to my intelligence and hard work, I reached the top and approached the true blacks, became one of them and entered their Supreme Order.”
Nik listened intently.
“And more, more, Nick, I was young and madly in love!”
Kors fell silent, lost in thought and lost in memories.
“What would you do when you saw that your son had blond hair?” Asked Nik, tearing him out of the past. “When you saw that he was such an obvious half-blood? You would get rid of him, right? You planned to let live only dark-haired children? People like Karina? Yes?”
“Yes,” Kors replied barely audibly. “Maybe I would leave a blonde girl…”
“And the boy?”
“No. No, I’m sorry. I’m telling you honestly.”
“So this is how you were going to solve this problem. And how would you explain this to your beloved Iness?”
“Small children often die…”
“It turns out that your son was lucky that the Reds stole Iness: they themselves, unwillingly, saved his life.”
“Nik…”
“You were looking for your child, you suffered, and if you found and saw that he was light-haired, you yourself would get rid of him! Great!”
“Please don’t…”
“Or would you sell him into slavery? Why kill him if a white child is worth good money?”
“Well, why are saying this!”
Nik, slightly raising his head, quickly looked up: the day ceased to be cloudless, and the sky was increasingly covered with gray clouds:
