The Evil Emperor's Pavilion

The little boy lowered his head and said sadly, “My mom said my dad was fighting little monsters in some rat hole, but then a little monster in a corner killed him.”

Someone stared at him in disbelief. “Your mom said that?”

The little boy nodded awkwardly. “Wasn't it really embarrassing how my dad died?”

The man was exasperated. That wretched woman, how had she raised their son? “Didn't your mom ever say your dad was some kind of great hero?”

The little boy shook his head at once. “My mom said my dad was a fox.”