I’m the Future Crazy Male Lead’s Mother Chapter 55

Dazar stared at the woman sitting before him.

With platinum-blonde hair, round eyes, and a pure, delicate appearance, she was, unlike her looks, strong-willed and……

‘Hmm.’

As he searched for the right word to describe her in his mind, he soon found the answer and smiled in satisfaction.

‘A wild horse.’

Yes, a wild horse.

It was a very satisfying answer.

A strong and rough wild horse that seemed like it would never be tamed.

That had been the impression Cilia had given him all this time.

‘Shake the rattle. Don’t you know what a rattle is? You made her cry, so take responsibility and comfort her, you brute!’

‘Dazar, you jerk!’

The fact that he was a duke of the Empire, or that he was a Transcendent who remembered his previous life—

None of that was particularly important to her.

The only things that mattered were herself and her son, Axion.

No, has Vanilla been added to that list lately? Remembering everything she had done for Vanilla in the past, Dazar thought to himself.

‘I don’t want to, but I have no choice but to admit it.’

That he thought quite highly of her.

“Why do you keep sneaking glances at other people’s faces?”

“When did I?”

Cilia, who had been looking out the carriage window, noticed Dazar’s gaze and frowned sulkily.

When Dazar shrugged innocently, Cilia narrowed her eyes.

“You kept looking at me and grinning. You were badmouthing me in your head, weren’t you?”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

“I told you I wasn’t.”

Dazar felt a little wronged. He had actually been complimenting her by thinking she was like a wild horse.

She simply didn’t understand his feelings.

If Dazar had blurted out what he had been thinking, he would only have been cursed at even more, but fortunately, he kept his thoughts to himself.

Instead, he brought up another subject.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you almost became a target of the ‘Followers of Ruben’?”

“Well, at the time…… No, why should I have told you about that?”

Dazar, who had been preparing himself to listen to her excuses with a dignified expression, stopped short.

Huh. Why should she have told him?

“Because…… would it be troublesome if you were put in danger?”

“Why would that be troublesome?”

Cilia asked with a sullen expression.

Dazar felt as though his mind had briefly gone blank.

In fact, there were two reasons why it would be troublesome if she were in danger.

From an external perspective, it was because she was developing a new food source to save the continent.

The reason he could not tell others was because she was connected to Ruben.

But Dazar’s mind failed to come up with either reason right away.

Because instinctively, he felt that those two reasons were not why it would be troublesome if she were in danger.

“If you got kidnapped, it’d just become a hassle for me.”

He had hastily made up an excuse based on the first thing that came to mind, but he wasn’t particularly satisfied with his answer.

Judging by how much higher Cilia’s eyebrows had risen, he might have only made her mood worse.

He didn’t know why, but suddenly, he remembered the time when he, Vanilla, Axion, and Cilia had gone on what was called a picnic together.

‘What is this?’

Dazar tilted his head inwardly. It was strange.

He knew that it would be extremely troublesome if she were hurt.

But even he could not properly explain why.

Nor could he explain why that picnic had suddenly come to mind.

“Well, I suppose it would be troublesome if something happened to the person in charge of developing the new food source.”

Cilia had been staring at Dazar with a sullen expression, but perhaps she had found a suitable answer for herself, because she said that.

Dazar slowly nodded.

“Well, that’s true……”

His voice carried a lingering note, but Cilia clicked her tongue and turned her head away.

As silence settled between the two of them for a while, the carriage sped along and arrived at the Schiester ducal estate.

“Then, I’ll be going in.”

Cilia quickly got out of the carriage and hurried off toward the annex.

Dazar stood there blankly, watching her back as she disappeared, before slowly setting off as well.

Not because he wanted to think about the question he had failed to answer in the carriage just moments ago, but because he had sensed something strange.

The place he arrived at after moving his legs was the main gate of the Schiester ducal estate.

“Oh. Captain, what brings you here?”

One of the Black Hawks, who had been squatting at the main gate while standing guard, awkwardly rose to his feet.

“Rest.”

“Yes, y-yes!”

At Dazar’s curt answer, the Black Hawk broke into a cold sweat and awkwardly looked around for his place.

“Good luck with your duties!”

“Sure.”

Dazar had no idea what exactly the man wanted him to wish him luck with, but he continued walking through the main gate. Then he looked toward a corner and beckoned with his hand.

There was nothing there but empty space, so if the Black Hawk had seen it, he probably would have thought his captain had gone mad.

“You’re following me properly, right?”

“……”

Dazar seemed to naturally assume that someone would see his gesture and follow him.

Even though there was no one there.

After leaving the main gate and walking a little farther, he suddenly stopped.

“It hasn’t even been that long since we parted, and you already missed me?”

“……”

His voice sounded gentle at first glance, but there was unmistakable anger hidden beneath it.

Dazar turned around with one corner of his mouth curling upward.

“Even if your ability is shadows, did you really think you could pass through my barrier?”

Dazar sneered as he stared into the empty space before him.

“Ah. Or did you come here because you wanted to settle what you couldn’t finish in your previous life?”

“……That is not the case.”

Astonishingly, the seemingly empty space seemed to waver faintly, and something rose up from the ground, gradually taking shape.

It was Morocanil, who had parted ways with Lessi earlier.

He released the prostrating position he had been in and slowly stood up.

“Then what is it? Why did you sneak into my estate like a rat? Didn’t we promise not to interfere with each other in this life?”

“……”

Morocanil pressed his lips together, his expression blank.

The man who normally wore a gentle smile as his default expression felt almost like an emotionless doll once he erased all expression from his face.

It was a sight that might have surprised Cilia if she had seen it, but Dazar knew.

This was his true face.

“I did not intend to break that promise.”

“……Then? Why did you come? And without telling me.”

More precisely, he had been caught while trying to sneak in without being noticed.

Dazar raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes.

Morocanil was irritating enough as it was, but right now, he was even more irritating.

His answers were always a beat too slow, and his eyes seemed unfocused, making him look as though he were out of his mind.

“I just…… somehow ended up here.”

“You just somehow ended up here……?”

What kind of idiotic answer was that?

“You’re not Morocanil, are you? You’re a puppet sent by the Followers of Ruben, aren’t you?”

“No.”

Dazar knew from his distinctive energy that this was definitely Morocanil.

But why had he dared to invade Dazar’s territory while giving such foolish answers with that dazed look on his face?

Dazar frowned, unable to make sense of it.

“After escorting His Majesty, I happened to walk for a while, and I became curious.”

At that moment, Morocanil answered while gazing slightly into the distance.

“Curious about what?”

“That new food source.”

Hmm. That didn’t seem like a particularly appropriate answer either.

“His Majesty said it was very delicious. I just kept walking, and somehow ended up here.”

“……”

Well, sure. It was delicious.

But that alone couldn’t……

Just as Dazar narrowed his eyes further, Morocanil suddenly brought up Cilia’s name.

“Has Lady Evanroar…… gone inside?”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I thought I might see her while I was here.”

But he had just seen her earlier.

Dazar looked bewildered.

Was something actually wrong with this guy? Or had he been captured by the Followers of Ruben in the meantime and somehow been controlled?

While Dazar was coming up with such a reasonable suspicion, Morocanil took a small step away from him.

“No. Come to think of it, it would be rude to visit without notifying her first. Then, I’ll be going.”

“……?”

After saying that, Morocanil abruptly turned around.

As Dazar watched his retreating back, which seemed slightly hurried, he thought:

That guy.

Something about him was suspicious.

And there was a very unpleasant, uneasy feeling lingering somewhere in Dazar’s heart.

 

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Oh no.

Morocanil, who had been walking quickly, let out a deep sigh.

‘I got too excited at the thought that I had found her.’

It was dangerous.

‘I almost got caught by Dazar.’

Dazar must not find out that Cilia was her.

If he did, he would take her away again, just like before.

‘Fortunately, he has a curse on him.’

In that respect, Morocanil was considerably ahead.

He had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away.