I was surprised again that the âhonorâ and âprideâ of the nobility was horrifying.
I felt pity for Bertin, the only human in the mansion swarmed by the monsters who felt nothing in sacrificing a few people for those.
âIâm fine. Iâm thinking of staying inside the Temple for some time. Thereâs also a good excuse called closed training.â
âCall me after you check the record. Iâll take it back.â
As I looked up at him with a complicated look, he pinched my cheek.
âYouâll buy me tasty food because Iâve done a good job, right?â
âChoose what you want to eat.â
âThatâs good. First, letâs go to the dessert store I wanted to visit.â
I walked around the downtown area after a long time, ate snacks, looked around, and when I returned to the mansion, a carefully prepared meal was waiting for me.
I ended up overeating and groaning on my way to my room, and I had to lie down in bed early.
Whether I was tense or not, the dream came to me without fail.
It came even if I didnât want it anymore.
This time, it was an unfamiliar space again.
It was really sad that there were no interesting and happy memories amidst the scenes that appeared in the dream.
As I looked around the dark surroundings, I saw someone sitting near the fire.
The man, who was touching his short beard, looked at the opening door with emotionless eyes.
The one who opened the door and walked in was unexpected.
The lively face, which was younger and more beautiful than now, entered my eyes.
The wavy hair was longer than her waist.
It was the outfit I had seen in the promotional photos of the play she starred in a long time ago.
She, in her youthful days, was full of confidence and bravery.
Mom, who wore a dress that displayed her lean figure, slowly kneeled before the man and then got up again.
Duke Bolton looked at Mom with a cold ecpression as if observing her.
It wasnât hard to find out his identity.
Because if the current young duke got older and reached middle-age, he would likely look like that.
The sweet voice traversed the room as smoothly as it was pleasant to hear.
âLong time no see, Your Excellency.â
âDidnât I tell you to stop coming to the mansion?â
âI tried to do that. Even when I rejected the offer, I didnât really have any reason to hold hands with you.â
A calm smile spread on her face.
The inevitable resignation and despondency were contained in that smile.
Since when did Mom know him?
Duke Bolton replied to her without even looking at her.
âSo thereâs a reason now?â
âI think Iâm pregnant.â
She, who spoke calmly, slowly caressed her stomach.
It was a carefree and leisure attitude for someone who dropped such a bomb.
My complicated head began to throb.
Looking at her slim body, she seemed to be still in the early stages of pregnancy.
I calculated her age and the time in my head.
Perhaps . . . Wouldnât the child in that stomach be me?
The lips of the man that were closed tight opened.
There was no sign of surprise in the flat voice at all.
âDidnât you tell me that you used contraception?â
âI ate the medicine. However, this child withstood it. This child has quite the perseverance.â
The emotionless gaze moved from her face down to her stomach.
He wasnât only not surprised, it was as if he didnât feel any other emotions.
Annoyance pervaded the eyes looking at the stomach that was still slim.
As he lightly flicked his fingers, the knight in guard in front of the door walked in and stood before her.
âBring her to the doctor. Make sure you check everything right until the child is aborted, then come back.â
âYes, Your Excellency.â
The knight soon grabbed one of Momâs arms roughly.
The smile on her face widened.
Even in that moment, she caressed her lower abdomen with the other hand that wasnât caught.
Those eyes moved to that hand.
To the hand that was grabbing the flat abdomen desperately.
âYou still havenât listened to my words.â
She continued, staying calm all the while.
âI will cooperate in the work you offered me back then.â
The eyes of the man who was watching the boring fire glanced at her.
âItâs meaningless. Before discussing negotiation or anything like that, that is something that shouldnât exist.â
It was such a dry answer that it was hard to believe that he was addressing the life in her stomach.
Even though I knew I couldnât do anything, my heart raced.
Even though I went in front of Mom and tried to catch her, the transparent hand only moved past herâ I couldnât do anything.
Inside the room filled with silence, Mom was still smiling.
Before she got dragged, an unfamiliar voice made the knightâs rough hand stop.
âItâs difficult to find someone suitable for the job as that woman.â
There was no warmth felt, but it was quite a young voice.
When I turned my head, I saw a young child showing his figure from the dark shade.
The Duke terrifically had no expression in his face as he heard that voice.
âAlthough it was only for a moment, isnât she the woman who made your heart move, Father? If she can help actively, she will be useful for your plan.â
âIt doesnât matter if the child is a girl, right?â
I guessed he was only around seven years old.
Every word spoken in the voice of the young boy stuck to my ears.
The Dukeâs eyes moved to Momâs stomach.
The cold eyes scanned her as if weighing the gains and losses.
She still looked brave in front of the intimidating eyes that made everyone couldnât help but tremble.
âHow do I believe you?â
âThis child will be my shackle. Even now, I visited you of my own volition and said I will be a âtoolâ, did I not?â
Therefore, I am trustworthy.
The red lips drew a curve.
The eyes looking at her slowly moved and looked at me.
The glaring eyes, as if he knew I was there, made my breath stop and my body stiffen.