Erzenâs clothes on his body have become incomparably more luxurious than they were a few months ago. With a shirt embroidered with silver thread, a wide folded velvet coat, and a pair of soft leather shoes. Erzen today had the appearance of a complete aristocratic child.
However, the childâs eyes were red and swollen again today. Miguel, sitting right next to him, looked into Erzenâs eyes and took out a neatly folded paper bag from his pocket.
âDonât cry and try this. I secretly brought it for you, Erzen.â
Cookies with red berries came out with a rustling sound. Erzen rubbed his stinging eyes with the back of his hand and took the cookies Miguel brought to his mouth. Perhaps because the skillful chef put a lot of good ingredients, the sweet thing made him feel a little better.
âIs it good?â
Erzen nodded to the soft questioning voice. In this place filled with scary adults, children of the same age were one of the things that made him relaxed.
âThatâs a relief. Iâll bring it to you next time.â
Miguelâs well-groomed face gave Erzen a sense of security. Erzen pondered for a moment and called Miguel.
ââŚâŚBrother.â
Miguelâs face was filled with a deeper smile at the short name. Miguel stroked Erzenâs head as if praising a good child.
âNow you call me that.â
âUhhhhâŚâ
Heâs so kind because heâs his brother. Marcel said that too. Erzen nodded in memory of his neighboring brothers who had lived in a mountain village a few times and put the remaining cookies in his mouth. The sweeter taste than before made him smile.
âYou have to eat it clean.â
Miguel wiped the cookie crumbs from Erzenâs mouth with a handkerchief. The last doubt in his eyes disappeared with his brotherâs kind movements. The child began to whine to the person he thought was harmless to him.
âBrother Miguel, canât you stay with me forever? I like Brother Miguel.â
The night he didnât see his mother could no longer be counted with his ten fingers. The child, tired of loneliness and fear, was afraid of all the adults surrounding him. They woke Erzen up with a stiff face every time, forced him to sit at the table in the name of courtesy, and taught him something forcefully. Those who were labeled nannies were kind, but for Erzen, who remembers his motherâs warm arms, the contrived arms of strange women could not be a safe heaven.
âSorry, Erzen. That sounds tough. My Father wouldnât allow me to meet you. Itâs actually a secretâŚâŚ I came here secretly, too.â
Miguel looked embarrassed at Erzenâs question, but it was nothing more than a superficial expression. Miguel smiled inwardly as he remembered being kicked out by Ezekiel while coming to see Erzen the other day. He doesnât even think of Erzen as his child, but he is trying to protect him. It was funny.
âNo mother, no Anna, no Brother is with me. Thereâs no one next to Erzen.âŚ.â
At Miguelâs answer, tears formed again in Erzenâs blue eyes. Miguel stroked Erzenâs head in tears and gently pulled out the childâs sadness.
âDoes Erzen miss his Mom?â
âYes, I miss Mom.â
âWhy?â
âBecause sheâs my Mom. I like my Mom the most. Sheâs nice, pretty, andâŚâŚ.â
The child, who was still lacking in words, could not fully express his feelings or mind. Frustrated, Erzen used his arms to make a big circle and said to Miguel again.
âAnyway, I love my Mom this much! No, much more than this! What about you? Do you like your Mom?â
At Erzenâs question, the amber eyes were bent thin. What should I answer? By mom, Erzen must be referring to Charlotte, but Miguel wanted to answer about Erzenâs mother, Herace.
âIâŚâŚâ
âMiguel! Miguel! Where are you! Miguel!â
When Miguel was pondering the answer, a sharp womanâs voice rang outside. Miguel, who understood that the high scream belonged to Charlotte, sighed and got out of bed.
âOh, Erzen, Iâve gotta go. My mother must be looking for me.â
âHuh? Brother, donât goâŚâŚ.â
âIâll be back next time, Erzen.â
The window next to the bed opened with a rattling sound, and Miguel jumped out of the window frame with a sharp gesture, unlike a child. It happened without Erzen having time to say more.
âI, too, want to see my motherâŚâŚ.â
Erzen whined to climb up the window frame like Miguel. However, Erzen could not climb on the window frame that was taller than him and above his head. So, the child burst into tears.
âMom.â
âOh, my. When did I fall asleep? Itâs strange.â
The nanny, who fell asleep sitting on a couch in the room, suddenly woke up to the childâs crying and hugged Erzen. In the arms of a generous woman, Ergen looked out the window and continued to call Herace.
âMomâŚâŚsniff.â
***
Charlotte walked around the room chewing her nails. The situation has been very unsettling recently. Sheâs come back, and her childâŚâŚ.
âThat canât be true. Miguel doesnât even have one. But why did he suddenly recruit a teacher for the kid like that? Itâs Miguel who should have the best teachers.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âItâs okay. Itâs just a teacher. Itâs very normal. Thatâs right! He doesnât even want to see his face properly. He is not interested in the child. That child is just recognised as the child of Serpence.âŚ.â
Miguel didnât hide his boredom when he saw his mother pacing around the room, muttering who knows what. How can she always react like that? The child replied sourly to his motherâs self-talk with a bored expression.
âI donât know. Isnât that natural?â
Charlotte ran in front of her son. She grabbed the small child and shook Miguelâs shoulders with bloodshot eyes.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âMother, have you seen my little brotherâs face? He looks just like the Duchess. The eyes, the hair color, and even the face.â
Miguel stood well balanced despite his motherâs harsh behavior. Rather, it was Charlotte who stumbled with excitement.
âWhat Duchess! Sheâs just a mistress! Thatâs what Ezekiel said!â
Duchess. When he referred to her like that, a fire rose inside Charlotte. The anger boiled and blood all over her body soared to the top of her head.
Charlotteâs face turned into a terrible evil spirit. Miguel, who saw his motherâs face, spoke more slowly rather than scared.
âAre you pretending not to know when you know it? Even if you get so angry, you canât be the Duchess. Father said it clearly. The Duchess is still the Duchess.â
âArgh! No! No! Iâm the only woman for Ezekiel and the one who will succeed Serpence is you. So the Duchess is me. Itâs me!â
âTo my Father, the Duchess is the only woman for him. My mother⌠yes. He just brought you because he thought it was the right thing to do. He brought you here at the promise of gold. So just accept what he gives you and get rid of your greed. The Duchess is still the only one in my Fatherâs heart, so how can he not give his son some luxury? No matter how much I look like my Father, he will eventually turn to my brother. Because he looks like the woman he loves.â
âNo! Itâs just for a moment. That feeling wonât last long. Because your face is completely like him. So, if sheâs goneâŚ.!â
âYou could be Duchess?â
Miguel looked straight at Charlotte and laughed. Then, Charlotteâs mind depicted what happened at that time. Miguel squinted his eyes as if he had guessed what was going on in his motherâs head.
âMother, has there been any change in your position during the Duchessâ absence? Have you ever gotten any attention? For a long, long time, he didnât give you the authority of Duchess, or even a small right.â
The job of being dragged out by lowly servants while trying to occupy the Duchessâ room. Charlotte clearly remembered the disgrace. No, thatâs not the only thing that she remembered.
For Charlotte, every moment at Serpence Castle was a disgrace. The real Duchess is her, but no one has honored her as a Duchess. Sheâs always been a mistress thatâs been pointed at. The laughter and murmur of the maids buzzed Charlotteâs ears.
âMy mother wants me to be Fatherâs successor more than anyone else. Whatâs the reason? Because you care about me? No. Itâs because you donât have the confidence to be Duchess through Father, am I not right?â
The voice was soothingly calm, but the content was not. Every word Miguel uttered scratched Charlotteâs bottom. Nevertheless, Charlotte lost her reason and waved her hand to the child when the inferiority and anxiety that had been pressing down were stimulated.
âYou!â
However, Miguel shook off his motherâs clutches and avoided her hand at once. Loosing her balance, Charlotte fell to the floor.
âArgh!â
âMother, you haveâŚâŚ.â
âUghâŚâŚâ
Miguel squatted in front of Charlotte, who was groaning on the floor. The child recited in a young voice.
ââŚâŚYouâve already lost. No, youâve been fighting a fight you canât win in the first place. Stop it.â
âYouâŚâŚ I told you I could be Duchess. If you become the successorâŚâŚ.â
âI said âyesâ only when I became the successor. But Iâm not interested in the successor position. Besides, Iâm sureâŚâŚ.â
I told you what will happen to you if youâre alive until then.
Miguel reached out and put his hand on Charlotteâs forehead, who had fallen. Charlotte flinched and hardened her body when the cool fingers touched her forehead.
âHey, you monster!â
The moment she completely forgot became clear. The fact that they didnât even sleep together, but her stomach swelled at once, gave birth much later than an ordinary woman, and the child said âthank youâ to her as soon as he was born.
The child in front of her was not a person. Just a monster in a human mask.
âOh, no! I donât remember! Miguel, youâre the child I gave birth to from my stomach. Give me the Duchessâ seatâŚâŚ My child who will give me everything! Yes, if you succeed, IâllâŚâŚ.â
However, despite facing the truth, Charlotte shook her head and denied it. If Miguel isnât her child, he canât even give her the Duchessâ seat. Miguel was definitely her child. Serpenceâs seed and a child born with her flesh and blood.
âAs expected, you never disappoint me. Itâs boring to see my mother like this, but on the other hand, you have been my meal for a long time. So are most humans. Even if Iâm tired of it, I always have to eat something similar in my daily life.â
Miguel burst into laughter at his motherâs reaction. The child helped her get up, holding her motherâs hand tightly with his small hand.
âLet go of me!â
Charlotte ran to a fancy dressing table decorated with gold as she stood there with Miguelâs help. With trembling hands, she searched the dresser drawer and jewelry box. Jewellery of gold and all kinds popped out and rolled on the floor. One of them was the necklace that Herace gave Miguel as a gift for his 100th day.
Miguel picked up the necklace that fell at his feet, stuffed it into his pocket, and said to Charlotte.
âBut Iâll give you a piece of advice because youâve raised me so far. I hope you listen to it. Itâs your last chance.â
âWhere did it go? I put itâŚâŚ I put it hereâŚâŚ Where is it!â
Charlotte was still overturning the dressing table as if she hadnât heard Miguel.
After a long time she found a small wooden box deep in the bottom drawer of the dressing table. The box opened as if she was going to break it. A purple liquid inside a small bottle in Charlotteâs hand sparkled and revealed its existence. Miguel sighed over the liquid in the bottle and continued.
âPut it down and leave with the gold as the promise of that day. Thatâs the only way for Mother to be happy. I assure you.â