I’m the Future Crazy Male Lead’s Mother Chapter 80

“Prison? Why would I be in prison?”

“Because you were taken away by Morocanil back then.”

“What? Who was taken away?!”

Dazar shouted indignantly, but he wasn’t threatening at all.

Was there some fly buzzing around?

I deliberately ignored Dazar completely, released my arms from around Morocanil’s neck, and patted his shoulder.

“Thank you for saving me. If it weren’t for you, Morocanil, I would’ve gone splat on the ground. Could you put me down now?”

“……Understood.”

Perhaps he was still worried about me, because Morocanil remained silent for a moment before obediently following my request.

Just as I was about to thank him again after he carefully set me down, Vanilla’s angry voice rang out.

“Don’t try to take Cilia! You bad thief! Cilia belongs to Sion!”

I had momentarily forgotten, but Vanilla was still smacking Morocanil’s knees with both hands.

“……You must be the little lady, Vanilla Siaster, Dazar’s daughter.”

“Hmph! Cilia belongs to Sion, and Vanilla!”

Vanilla boldly declared whether Morocanil recognized her or not, then glared at him and continued.

“And Cilia belongs to Dazar!”

……Huh?

Why do I belong to that damn in-law of mine……

At Vanilla’s thunderbolt of a statement, the corner of my lips twitched involuntarily.

Surely Dazar was about to make some annoying remark.

But—

“She does not belong to Dazar.”

It wasn’t Dazar who coldly objected to Vanilla’s words.

It was Morocanil.

“I cannot understand your reasoning. Why would you have such an absurd idea, Lady Vanilla Siaster?”

“Uu…….”

Where had the gentle kindness of his usual angelic self gone?

Morocanil’s voice was as cold as ice.

“Hey. What are you saying to a child? Vanilla, come here.”

Rather, Dazar looked like an angel as he hurried over to Vanilla and picked her up.

Were my eyes deceiving me?

No, was something wrong with my ears?

Why did Dazar suddenly look like a good person?

“Dazar. Even if she is still a child, you must discipline her strictly when she says something rude to another person. Even if you are living a rather undisciplined life in this lifetime.”

But Dazar seemed accustomed to Morocanil acting like this and retorted without the slightest surprise.

“Yeah. Worry about yourself.”

Seeing Dazar casually brush aside Morocanil’s long, serious speech with such a short response suddenly reminded me of childhood.

‘Yeah. Whatever.’

If he covered his ears and followed it up with, “I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you,” he could raise the other person’s blood pressure endlessly.

Perhaps Morocanil also felt like he had been hit with a counterattack, because I could see a slight twitch in his cheek.

“……You really are—”

Just as Morocanil’s eyes gleamed and his voice dropped into a growl—

“All right, everyone. Let’s stop here.”

I clapped my hands and stepped between the two of them.

I was trying to prevent their confrontation from escalating.

“I understand that the two of you are very close, but it’s winter now. It’s cold for the children.”

As I stepped down onto the ground, Axion toddled over and wrapped his arms around my knees.

A stream of mucus was running down from beneath his nose.

The two men fell silent at my words and blinked.

“…….”

“…….”

Dazar was the first to regain his senses.

“Ah. Right. Vanilla, aren’t you cold? Let’s go inside. You come in quickly, too.”

Dazar draped the cloak he had been wearing over Vanilla and gestured toward me.

Since I had been the one to suggest going inside, I simply picked up Axion and followed behind him.

Morocanil also began following me when I moved.

“Why are you coming?”

Dazar immediately called him out.

“Didn’t you bring him here as a guest?”

“What guest? I never invited that guy.”

“……Then why is Morocanil here?”

This time, it wasn’t Dazar who answered my question.

It was Morocanil.

“I came to the Siaster estate as Dazar’s monitor. I will be staying here with you from now on, Cilia.”

“……What?”

Dazar’s monitor?

 

***

 

Vanilla stuck out her lower lip.

“Why did you bring that bad intruder?”

“Oh my, Lady Vanilla seems to be quite upset. By ‘bad intruder,’ do you mean Sir Morocanil, who came with you?”

Carl chuckled as he folded Axion’s spacesuit beside Vanilla.

Sitting beside him, Vanilla took a sip of warm milk and puffed out her cheeks.

“Not Morocanil. Intruder!”

“That’s right, that’s right. Everything Lady Vanilla says is absolutely correct.”

“Hmph! The intruder is trying to take our Cilia away.”

With Carl agreeing with her, Vanilla immediately began tattling on Morocanil.

Without stopping his hands from folding the spacesuit, Carl widened his eyes and spoke in an exaggerated voice.

“Goodness, did he really do such a terrible thing?”

“Uung! Sion saw it too. Right? Sion?”

“Whoa!”

Axion, who had been sitting on the sofa playing with his hands, nodded as if to say she was right.

Vanilla looked at Carl with an expression that clearly said, See? I’m telling the truth.

Carl looked at the tip of Vanilla’s nose, which had risen as high as the sky, and almost laughed out loud, but barely managed to hold it back.

He was the strongest butler of all, after all.

Even when Cilia had once mixed all kinds of …… together while declaring that she would make the world’s strongest fertilizer, he had never run away because he was worried she might get hurt.

“I see. Then he must be a very bad person indeed!”

Carl knew that Morocanil could not possibly be a bad person, considering he was a Transcendent, but he did his absolute best to agree with Vanilla.

The two cheeks that had been puffed out like a toad’s sank slightly.

“Uung. He’s trying to get between us! Dazar doesn’t like him either. Cilia is ours.”

“……Hmm. Are you saying that the Duke Siaster also dislikes Sir Morocanil?”

“Uung!”

“Why?”

“Of course…….”

Vanilla boldly declared,

“Of course Cilia is family with Dazar! Family belongs to each other! So Cilia belongs to Dazar!”

“…….”

If Cilia had heard that sentence, she surely would have let out an incredulous sigh and laughed in disbelief.

But Cilia wasn’t here.

Instead, only Carl, the longtime butler of House Evanroar, was present.

“F-Family. Yes, family is good. Lady Cilia must be very happy to have become family with Lady Vanilla, Lord Dazar, and Young Master Axion as well.”

As befitting the butler of House Evanroar, Carl brushed it off casually with a hearty laugh.

Vanilla smiled brightly at the words that Cilia and Sion were her family and happily swung both feet.

Just thinking about the word family made her excited.

She felt like she had once disliked the word family.

But ever since Cilia had started playing with her, she had come to like it.

“Siooon. Let’s protect Cilia! We’re family, so we have to protect Cilia!”

“Whoa!”

“And when Cilia isn’t here, Sion will be protected by Big Sis!”

“Ehehe.”

As Vanilla puffed out her shoulders and thumped her chest proudly, Carl unconsciously wore the warm smile of an old grandfather.

Meanwhile, Vanilla thought,

‘Let’s get rid of that bad intruder!’

Carl had no idea what thoughts were running through Vanilla’s little head, so he simply chuckled and looked affectionately at the two children.

Having the two of them together is going to give me heart palpitations from how adorable they are.

That was what he thought.

 

***

 

“So, Morocanil is your monitor?”

“……Yes. I told you that. How many times do I have to say it?”

Dazar had changed out of the clothes he had worn to the Imperial Palace and back into his usual casual clothes.

He smelled pleasantly clean, as though he had just washed himself.

For some reason, the fact that someone who might be a follower of Ruben smelled so nice annoyed me.

“Hmmm. So, this really means that you might actually be a follower of Ruben?”

“How does that conclusion follow from that guy being my monitor?”

“Obviously, another Transcendent was sent as your monitor because they have considerable reason to suspect you.”

“Hah. I suppose you don’t think I’m in a terribly unfair situation.”

Dazar gave a hollow laugh and crossed his legs.

After returning to the estate with the children earlier, we had first gone our separate ways to our respective rooms.

Morocanil had declared that he would be staying in the guest room on the same floor as Dazar’s room, and he was probably unpacking his things there.

The moment I handed Axion and Vanilla over to Carl, I hurried into Dazar’s bedroom.

‘You really…… have no fear.’

Dazar had obviously sensed me rushing toward his bedroom with a Transcendent’s perception.

He grumbled while shaking out his still-damp hair.

‘I wonder what you would’ve done if I’d been naked.’

Of course, I had boldly retorted,

‘So what? Would I be embarrassed? You’d be the embarrassed one.’

‘……I can’t even think of a response because I feel like that really would happen.’

Like a scolded puppy with its tail between its legs, Dazar had fallen silent, and I got straight to the point.

“So, are you a follower of Ruben or not? Tell me honestly.”

Dazar looked at me strangely.