I’m the Future Crazy Male Lead’s Mother – Chapter 25

Author: isuzuuy

A handsome man with long, flowing blonde hair that shimmered brilliantly.

He had porcelain-white skin and red lips.

And those smiling eyes of his—just look at them. They were neat and gentle, the kind of eye-smile that could probably enchant countless people. As I watched the corners of his eyes curve kindly…

‘Is he an angel?’

He looked like the kind of man who could pass for an angel if you simply gave him a pair of wings.

He smiled softly.

Whoa, an angel smiled.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“Uh… yeaaah.”

I couldn’t pull myself together under the radiance emanating from his face.

It wasn’t because I had been captivated by his handsome looks… absolutely not. It was because his appearance was far too extraordinary.

‘There’s no way someone this handsome didn’t appear in the original novel!’

The face of this ridiculously handsome man was causing me serious distress.

The laws of romance-fantasy novels.

All the main characters had beautiful appearances. Therefore, a man who made everyone around him look like squids was highly likely to be a character from the original novel.

If that was really the case…

‘I might need to be careful around him.’

There were all sorts of characters in this novel’s world. Perhaps because I suddenly became anxious, the words slipped out of my mouth on their own.

“Urgh. Excuse me, I’m sorry for asking this when we’ve only just met, but what’s your name…?”

“My… name?”

Seeing the man’s round, violet eyes widen, I hurriedly waved my hands.

No, was I crazy?

Why was I asking the name of someone I had just met today?

“Ah. No, it’s nothing. That just slipped out. I’m fine, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

Blonde hair and amethyst-like eyes. Such an uncommon combination. If he had appeared in the original novel, I definitely would have remembered him.

‘By the time Axion grew up, he’d probably be middle-aged…’

Would he have become a handsome middle-aged man?

Anyway, the important thing was that there had been quite a few handsome middle-aged men in the original novel, but none of them had looked like this.

‘Then… is he an extra?’

That face?

I stared blankly at his handsome face, unable to believe it, then quickly shook my head.

‘Right. It’s hard to believe, but he must definitely be an extra.’

Even after searching every corner of my memory, I couldn’t remember him. There was nothing in Cilia’s past memories either, so he probably wasn’t an important character.

“Hmm. No. I don’t know why, but I feel like telling you my name.”

“Huh?”

At the unexpected words, I stopped shaking my head. The man smiled slightly as he looked at my disheveled hair.

“My name is Morocanil.”

“Moro… canil?”

It sounded familiar somehow.

But it wasn’t a name that brought any particular character from the original novel to mind.

“Yes. Morocanil. It’s a little unusual for a man’s name, isn’t it? My mother liked wildflowers.”

“Uh…”

Wildflowers?

I hurriedly searched through Cilia’s memories, and sure enough, there was a wildflower called Morocanil on this continent.

‘It looks kind of like a dandelion.’

The wildflower that came to mind looked almost exactly like a yellow dandelion.

“My mother named me that because my hair was yellow.”

The man smiled brightly as he said that, and his face continued to shine.

Who in their right mind would call that shimmering blonde hair yellow?

I wondered whether Morocanil’s mother had difficulty distinguishing colors, then awkwardly nodded.

“Oh, I see. Haha.”

“Then may I ask you something this time?”

“My name?”

Morocanil gently shook his head.

“No. What brings you to this shop?”

Huh? He wasn’t asking my name?

Since he had told me his name, I naturally assumed he would ask for mine. I was just about to dramatically announce my name when I failed miserably.

“Er… um, I came to buy something.”

“What are you looking for?”

Morocanil turned slightly, took a piece of brownish paper from the counter, and picked up a pen.

He looked as though he was preparing to write down everything I said.

“Uh, I’m going to start farming. So I need some kind of medicine that can eliminate pests while minimizing the damage to the plants and not harming people who eat them…”

“Ah, I see.”

Scratch, scratch.

Morocanil wrote down what I had said, neatly folded the paper, and handed it to me.

As I accepted it somewhat awkwardly, he smiled sweetly.

“Unfortunately, I’m the first and last customer this shop will have today.”

“First and last?”

What did he mean by that?

“Huh? But isn’t the shop still open?”

“This place operates strictly by appointment only. I’m afraid you won’t be able to get what you want today.”

“……!”

It was appointment-only? I had no idea!

“And as far as I know, the reservations are already been backed up for about a year…”

Gasp.

Seeing me fall into despair as I practically pulled at my hair, Morocanil smiled reassuringly and pointed at the paper in my hand.

“Don’t worry. My reserved order is next in line. You could simply take my spot.”

“Er… what?”

Huh?

What did he just say?

Morocanil carefully took the hand holding the paper and gently guided me to his side.

One step, and I was closer to him.

“If you slip that paper underneath the door, your reservation will be complete. The owner of this shop is rather particular about reservations and even remembers the handwriting of each customer, so I wrote it for you myself.”

“No, it’s okay—”

No, no. It wasn’t okay.

Pests were the ultimate enemy of rice farming! I couldn’t afford to refuse!

I gently closed my mouth, which had been opening and closing uncertainly, and quickly bowed my head.

“Thank you so much!”

An angel. An angel had appeared!

He was an angel! An actual angel!

I screamed inwardly as I quickly slid the paper through the gap beneath the door as Morocanil had instructed.

A small note was pushed back out.

[Come back here in one month.]

“When you come back then, the medicine you ordered will be waiting on the counter. Like this.”

“Ah…”

Just as he said, a square wooden board had been placed on the counter like a display stand, with a mysterious stone sitting on top of it.

It seemed to be something Morocanil had ordered.

I nodded at his explanation, then suddenly tilted my head.

Wait.

“Ah, then how do I pay for it?”

Tap, tap.

Morocanil had been walking toward the door, leaning on his staff as though he was about to leave the shop, but he suddenly stopped.

“Ah, that.”

He turned his head slightly and flashed me a grin before continuing toward the door.

“I already paid when I made the reservation, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

“Uh, wait a moment!”

“See you again next time, Lady Cilia Evanroar.”

“……!”

Bang.

The door closed.

I stood there like a statue for a while, blinking.

‘What just happened?’

How did he know my name?

***

What on earth was that man?

With a serious expression, I gently rubbed the stone inside my pocket. I could feel its hard surface through the fabric.

This was the stone that the man called Morocanil—the dandelion angel—had left behind earlier.

‘How careless.’

The man who had disappeared while radiating all sorts of effortless coolness had carelessly left behind the stone he had ordered.

As soon as he left, the shopkeeper had somehow noticed and immediately turned off the shop lights, so I hurriedly took the stone and left.

But the man was already nowhere to be seen.

‘The door closed right afterward, so I ended up bringing it with me.’

I was seriously wondering what I should do with it when—

“You. You took too long.”

Dazar, who was sitting diagonally across from me, grumbled.

I had gone looking for Morocanil and ended up exceeding the time I had promised to meet Dazar.

“Ah, I told you I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it had been this long.”

“Hmph.”

Dazar looked at me displeasingly before grumbling again.

“Besides, I saved your life. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

“?”

When exactly did you save my life?

I stared at him with an expression that clearly said What kind of nonsense are you talking about?, and he twisted his lips.

“You sometimes look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re looking at the scum of humanity.”

“Haha. What are you talking about?”

Honestly, he was incredibly perceptive. His personality was rock bottom, unlike someone else I knew.

I smiled brightly and waved my hands dismissively, and he raised an eyebrow.

Then, in a very confident voice, he said,

“I’m hungry.”

“?”

“I said I’m hungry.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

If you’re hungry, go stuff your face yourself, nearly come out of my mouth. But I remembered that he was my in-law and the rumors about him that Cedric had told me, so I calmed myself down.

That was when something Leon had said suddenly came to mind.

‘My lord has this strange condition where he has trouble eating. He says everything tastes bad.’

Then I remembered Dazar, who had recently been subtly asking me to make rice for him.

Was he asking me to cook for him now?

Just as that thought crossed my mind, Dazar drove the point home in a mumbling voice.

“You know that white stuff you made before? I think there’s something wrong with me. Other foods taste even more disgusting than they used to.”

“Hmm.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

This damned in-law of mine certainly knew how to make a request in the most unpleasant way possible.

I didn’t bother stopping my eyebrows from arching upward.

Seriously, this guy.

The thought of making him a meal out of pity vanished completely, and a sinister idea began creeping into my mind.