I’m the Future Crazy Male Lead’s Mother – Chapter 67

Author: isuzuuy

Dazar, who had inserted himself between the two of us, looked utterly shameless.

I couldn’t see Morocanil’s expression because Dazar was blocking him, but it was probably rotting just as badly as mine.

“Did I sleep wrong today? Why am I hearing strange things?”

I muttered seriously while tapping my ear, and Dazar crossed his arms and spoke clearly once again.

“Ah. Did you not hear me properly?”

“……?”

“I’m going to dance with you first. So the two of you can’t dance.”

Ahhh. Now I understand.

Of course. Haha, figures.

I nodded enthusiastically as if I understood and waved my hand, telling him to go ahead.

“Ah, yes, yes. You two have fun dancing.”

So he meant that he wanted to dance with me?

Then he should have just said so clearly from the beginning.

At my words, Dazar looked dumbfounded.

And from behind him, I heard Morocanil laugh.

“You really haven’t changed.”

“……What hasn’t changed?”

Dazar raised an eyebrow at the incomprehensible remark.

“Ah, nothing. It’s just that Lady Cilia is quite creative.”

A compliment, right?

I awkwardly twisted a strand of my hair, but Dazar casually said,

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“…….”

Who are you to decide whether it’s a compliment or not? Hmph.

Morocanil doesn’t say mean things like you do.

While sending Dazar a look that conveyed exactly that meaning, he deflected all of my gaze and continued speaking.

“And besides. Why would he and I dance? Disgusting. Obviously, you and I are dancing.”

……Oh, come on. Why would you and I dance?

What kind of horrible thing was he saying? Was he deliberately trying to torment me?

When I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my brow, he slightly lifted the tip of his nose.

“You. You treat me and that guy way too differently, don’t you? If he saw the look on your face right now, he’d be shocked.”

“What’s wrong with my face?”

“You look like an orc.”

This bastard, seriously.

Dazar had definitely come here deliberately to pick a fight.

‘He already has a bad relationship with Morocanil, and since I’m here—the person he wants to tease—he probably came over thinking this was a great opportunity.’

What an awful personality, this—no, my son-in-law.

Having roughly figured out what he was after, I found the whole situation extremely tiresome.

“So you’re saying you want to dance with me?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“……Huh?”

I understood that the two of them didn’t get along. I understood that he wanted to tease me.

But why go out of his way to dance with me when our relationship wasn’t exactly good either?

I genuinely couldn’t understand.

At my question, Dazar looked as though he’d bitten his tongue.

He scrunched up his face, ran a hand through his neatly arranged hair, messing it up slightly, then frowned again.

“…….”

Then he looked at me with a somewhat hesitant expression.

I blinked and looked back at him.

His golden eyes, meeting mine, were filled with confusion and embarrassment, and seeing them made me feel strangely unsettled as well.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

Just as his lips seemed about to open—

“There must be no particular reason for him to be acting this way.”

Morocanil interrupted.

Thanks to him, the strange atmosphere between Dazar and me was shattered in an instant.

Morocanil gently placed a hand on Dazar’s shoulder and stepped beside him, as if telling him to move aside.

Naturally, Dazar’s face crumpled.

“Of course he’s doing this to torment both you and me. He wants to make you reject my request and make you have an unpleasant time.”

At those words, Dazar let out a hollow laugh.

“Ha. What am I, some kind of demon?”

He is. Obviously.

Morocanil’s words were—

“Hmm.”

So incredible……

‘He has a point, though?’

They really did make sense.

Right. Was he planning to kill two birds with one stone by sacrificing himself?

I had to admire the effort.

“So, ignoring what Dazar said, you and I can……”

“Wait a moment.”

Just as Morocanil smoothly continued speaking, I held out my hand slightly.

“Sure. Let’s dance first.”

“……Excuse me?”

I was extending my hand toward Dazar, not Morocanil.

Both Morocanil and Dazar stared down at my outstretched hand with expressions of disbelief.

Morocanil I could understand, but why were you looking at me like that?

“What did you say……?”

“Did you suddenly go deaf? Where did the person who said he wanted to dance with me first go?”

“…….”

“You said you wanted to dance. So let’s dance. Whatever.”

I fluttered my hand as if telling him to hurry up and take it, and he hesitantly reached for it.

Getting impatient, I grabbed his large hand and firmly took hold of it, then dragged him toward the center of the ballroom where the dancing was taking place.

“Come on, hurry.”

“Wait. Weren’t you going to dance with that guy?”

“I didn’t particularly intend to.”

“……Really?”

“Yes.”

At my matter-of-fact answer, Dazar looked flustered.

Why was he acting like this after being the one who interrupted us first?

Watching him hesitate like a shy newlywed made my stomach churn a little.

“You can’t commit such a discourtesy. We’re not even close yet.”

“……Discourtesy?”

I didn’t answer and simply nodded seriously.

Of course it was discourteous.

An enormous discourtesy.

“Seriously…… No, never mind.”

Whatever incomprehensible things Dazar muttered, I continued dragging him toward the dance floor with a serious expression.

By then, the waltz that had been playing was almost over.

As he and I headed toward the dance floor, the gazes of the surrounding nobles instantly fixed upon us.

Their eyes were filled with surprise.

Well, of course they were surprised. The eccentric outcast of high society and its most prominent figure were going to dance together.

Whether they were surprised or not, I continued dragging Dazar along.

‘If Morocanil dances with me, he’ll lose all the good feelings he has toward me.’

There was only one reason I’d brought Dazar instead of Morocanil to dance.

Because I was absolutely terrible at dancing.

And because of that, I couldn’t bring myself to subject him to such discourtesy.

‘I don’t have the confidence to endure even Angel looking at me like I’m a cockroach…….’

Ugh. I was terrified of the look he’d give me after I stepped on his feet horribly.

Besides—

“Shall we dance, my lady?”

When there were a few more people around, Dazar shamelessly put on a refined expression and extended his hand toward me.

“Yes, all right.”

There was another reason, too.

I wanted to punish him.

Why?

Because I really, truly—

was horrendously bad at dancing.

“……Ugh. You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”

“What? What am I doing?”

“Ow. Ow, ow. Stop, stop stepping on me.”

“Huh?”

Dazar was impressive.

Even as I repeatedly stomped on his feet every time I moved mine, he didn’t let his expression crack even once.

Instead, only I could hear the murderous grinding of his teeth.

‘At this point, I officially recognize him as the king of pretending.’

I stretched my leg in the direction he led me and stepped on his foot once again.

He ground his teeth viciously again, but this really wasn’t intentional on my part.

My conscience was completely clear.

I had simply moved my foot, and Dazar’s foot happened to be underneath it.

“You……. Seriously…….”

“Why? Is it tiring? Should we stop dancing?”

I asked worriedly while snickering inwardly, and Dazar clenched his teeth.

A vein had appeared slightly on his forehead, so he really did seem angry.

Hmm. Had I gone too far?

“No. The song hasn’t even ended yet, so why would we stop?”

“But you…… Ah!”

At that moment, Dazar pulled the hand around my waist closer.

As a result, I was pressed closer against him.

“Ugh.”

Now I had no choice but to stand with both my feet on top of his.

“No, this is because you…….”

“Stay like this.”

“What?”

“Just stay like this. It’s better this way. Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand on both feet tomorrow.”

So…… he wanted me to keep my feet on top of him like this?

Because we were so close that my nose almost touched his chest, the scent of his body brushed against the tip of my nose.

It was a cool scent, yet somehow familiar.

The strange feeling brought on by the scent made me roll my eyes slightly before I asked quietly,

“Isn’t it heavy?”

“Of course it’s heavy. You’re not a feather.”

Oh, come on. Of course this bastard would say that.

I threw away the strange feeling from a moment ago and ground out,

“Put me down.”

“Then you’re going to step on me again? I told you to stay like this. It’s not heavy this way.”

Just as I felt his grip around my waist tighten, he lifted me slightly.

In other words……

He was practically dancing while holding me completely off the ground.

“Um, I think I’m floating right now.”

“It’s your imagination.”

“I don’t think it is.”

I had absolutely no say in the matter. I was basically dancing exactly as he led me.

No, this was depriving me of my autonomy……

‘Huh.’

……No, actually, it was surprisingly comfortable.

Because I was terrible at keeping rhythm and had two left feet, I’d been tensing my entire body and desperately trying to follow the beat, which was exhausting.

“It’s more comfortable for you too, isn’t it? You’ll make yourself sick tomorrow if you keep this up.”

“……Hmm.”

Just as Dazar said, once I surrendered my body to him, all the muscles that had been tense throughout my body finally relaxed and seemed to cry out, ‘Ahhh, this is comfortable!’

If we’d kept dancing the way we had been, I probably would’ve suffered from muscle soreness tomorrow.

I’d punished this son-in-law of mine enough, so perhaps I could take it easy now.

“Okay, then.”

When I comfortably leaned my body against him, I heard him chuckling above me.

Because our bodies were pressed together, I could feel the sound reverberating through me.

Perhaps because a sense of peace had settled between us.

As we continued dancing in silence, I suddenly asked a question that came to mind.

Normally, it was something I wouldn’t bring up because I knew he’d dislike the subject.

“Why don’t you get along with Morocanil? In a way, he’s the only comrade you have. The only person who remembers his past life.”

And one who had lived in the same world as him, at that.

At my question, I felt Dazar’s body stiffen slightly.

But perhaps he had become a little more comfortable as well, because unlike before, he answered quickly and with less emotion.