Vol. 4 Chapter 2.12 - My honorable defiance toward confronting the disrespectful illegal inhabitant

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Vol. 4 Chapter 2.12 - My honorable defiance toward confronting the disrespectful illegal inhabitant



“Look, they sell both ice cream and sweets. Let’s go there, Oppa!”

“Where? Oh, I found it!”

We ran, making sure our mother followed behind. The owner of the sweet shop was a middle-aged woman, an Omega. She looked a little younger than Martha, and her body reeked of sweet sweets.

“Welcome, my dear. What can I get you?”

“Chocolate ice cream! And strawberry ice cream too.”

“Me too, and hot chocolate too, please!”

We said as soon as we were seated at an empty table, and Mother, who was seated next, laughed and ordered black tea.

“Your teeth will rot if you eat that many sweets.”

“But you’ll let us off the hook today, won’t you?”

“But only if you don’t boast to Kloff about your new clothes, okay?”

“Yes!”

We exchanged glances and giggled as if we were conspiring to commit a crime. While we ate our sweet ice cream and hot chocolate, Mother ordered a couple of more cakes and we reveled in the good fortune of filling our bellies with a snack rather than a meal.

After eating until we were full, there was still time before we needed to go back. After some deliberation, my mother said to himself, “It’s not too late yet, so we can go to the gallery.” Eurea and I, not wanting to go home yet, nodded in unison.

“I wonder if Jester will cry.”

“I’m sure he’s eating well and sleeping well.”

“That’s right, Mother. Jester is a good baby.”

“Then shall we go?”

With the enthusiastic approval of his accomplices, my mother, who was no longer in the least bit worried, took the two of us to the Royal Gallery of Fine Arts, near the Royal Palace. Unlike our earlier visit to the sweet shop, my mother was the most excited person in the carriage.

“There’s an exhibition of a famous painter this time. Do you remember the landscape painting in the study?”

“Yes, I know. It was Father’s favourite painting because it sparkled and shone, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. The painter is coming, and I hope we can meet him today.”

“Ah, I have heard that you have three children, Count. Hello, my name is Bült.”

“Bült?”

“Lenoc, you’re being rude!”

Mother scolded me, and I quickly apologised. I could see why Mother was so amused. Bült was the painter who was opening the exhibition. I was in trouble. My mother, who has an infinite love for art, had let his guard down simply because he was his favourite painter. A rude hand brushed against his shoulder and touched his arm, yet he didn’t stop him. I was in a panic. I squirmed in my seat and thought maybe I should even cry. I exchanged a quick glance with Eurea.

“I’m sleepy, I want to go home.”

Eurea, who was a master at using her pouts to her advantage, stood up.

“Suddenly?”

“Yeah, I want to sleep. I’m sleepy.”

Rubbing her eyes and squatting down in her seat, Eurea buried her head down. Well done, my sister! That’s how you do it.

“This is awkward.”

Mother laughed embarrassedly, then gave his greetings to Bült. Then she scooped Eurea up off the ground and carried her. Now that I’m all grown up, I was jealous of getting carried by my mother, but I held it in. I grabbed Mother by the hem of his jacket and followed him out the door. I looked back and saw Bült looking here wistfully. Too bad for him.

Just as I reached the estate and changed into my indoor clothes, that guy arrived home. I rushed out.

“Father!”

“Oh, Lenoc. This is unlike you. Why are you so excited to see me?”

“Why are you home so late?”

“Hmm? I think I’m a little earlier than usual.”

The demon said as he handed his hat to the butler. I was about to tell him what had happened earlier, but I didn’t get the chance because Mother appeared and greeted him. When asked if everything was okay, my mother said that nothing happened. Gosh, Mother was lying. Something happened, something that the devil would be up in arms about if he knew. Mother glanced at me as he kissed his husband lightly on the lips when he returned. I didn’t expect this. Mother was deliberately trying to hide it.

Why, why? Did Mother hate the Demon now because he tormented him?

As I stood there in shock, Eurea appeared and was picked up by the stupid demon, who was oblivious and enjoying himself. Then, without a word, Mother took my hand and brought me to the dining room for dinner. That day, all of my favourite dishes were on the table, but I couldn’t tell if the food was going into my mouth or my nose.

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