I’m the Future Crazy Male Lead’s Mother Chapter 93

“Uh…… I think I’ll be going now, so you two can talk comfortably.”

I stealthily removed Dazar’s arm, which was still wrapped around my shoulders, and quickly moved away from him.

No, more precisely, I moved away from the two of them.

It was painfully obvious that I would end up getting crushed in the middle of a fight between two whales, so why would I willingly stand between them?

I laughed awkwardly as I slowly backed away from them……

“Where are you going?”

……but why was this in-law of mine suddenly right beside me?

In the blink of an eye, Dazar had stuck himself to my side and quietly grabbed my sleeve. I tried to slip away quickly, but the strength gripping my sleeve was no joke.

I felt like I could escape if I put my iron arms to use here.

But then I risked having my delicate sleeve ripped off, so, held hostage by my sleeve, I whispered softly,

“Where am I going? Just let go. I have a veeeery, veeeeeery important thing to do right now, you know?”

“Is that more important than me?”

Dazar lowered his head slightly like an abandoned puppy and made a strange little sound.

What was wrong with this man all of a sudden?

Of course it was more important than him.

I needed to hurry back, wash my feet, and go to sleep.

“Of course it’s more impor—”

“Was the time we spent together in Ruben’s Tower nothing to you?”

“……?”

“I thought I showed you everything about myself. And yet you’re going to leave me all alone? We’re practically one now.”

What?

One?

What kind of nonsense was he talking about?

Hadn’t we been growling at each other just a few minutes ago?

What did he mean, one?

My face gradually soured from sheer disbelief when Dazar whispered,

“What are you doing? Don’t play along? You forgot that I told you no one except the Siaster family can enter Ruben’s Tower, didn’t you? But you just came out of Ruben’s Tower. And Morocanil saw you do it, too.”

“……Ah.”

“Morocanil mustn’t notice anything strange, so just play along and let’s end this conversation.”

Judging from what he said, perhaps Dazar had deliberately provoked Morocanil earlier.

Thinking about it that way made me feel a little strange.

It really does feel like we’re in the same boat.

Then I suddenly realized that Dazar and I were standing far too close.

We were practically clinging to each other.

“……Do we really have to pretend to be this close?”

“We’re close.”

Had Dazar eaten something strange?

“I’m kidding. That guy has seemed a little sensitive around you since last time. I thought this method would work well.”

Just as Dazar said, the method worked extremely well.

Morocanil strode toward us and grabbed my other sleeve.

I had assumed he was angry because of Dazar’s teasing provocation, but the emotion on Morocanil’s face was closer to anxiety than anger.

“What did the two of you talk about inside?”

“Huh? No, well……”

I couldn’t tell him that.

I gave an awkward little laugh and rolled my eyes around.

Having both arms held by two men was extremely uncomfortable.

“We didn’t talk about anything much. Uh…… about Axion’s future…… I guess? Right, Dazar?”

“That’s right. We did.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Since we’re currently receiving a lot of help from Dazar while developing food supplies in the Siaster household, we were talking about that. And since we’re both raising children, we also shared some constructive thoughts about childcare……”

“……Is that so?”

For some reason, Morocanil looked slightly relieved.

I tilted my head, wondering where that relief had come from.

“Pff—achoo!”

A sneeze suddenly rang out.

At such a crucial moment, when I was about to get caught in the middle of a fight between two whales, I wondered who had sneezed.

“……What? Are you all right?”

“My goodness. It seems we’ve been standing in the rain for far too long.”

……It was me.

Oh.

Hmm.

Come to think of it, torrential rain had been pouring from the sky.

And the three of us had been standing there, getting completely drenched.

No matter how special my body was—with iron arms, iron legs, and an immunity to barriers—it seemed even I couldn’t avoid the cold.

Why am I suddenly feeling a little cold?

The moment I became aware of the cold, my body began to tremble little by little.

The two men immediately noticed my trembling and spoke at the same time.

“Let’s return to the villa first.”

“We should move somewhere warm immediately.”

Thanks to the rare occasion of the two of them agreeing, it wasn’t long before I was lying in my bed at the villa.

Axion was fast asleep, completely unaware that his mother was sick.

I, too, soon drifted into sleep as though I had fainted.

And just like that, the confrontation between the two men ended in a rather anticlimactic manner.

From that day onward, I spent an entire week lying in bed at the villa, groaning miserably.

I had probably gotten sick partly because I’d been caught in the rain that day, but I think the fact that all the tension I’d been carrying finally loosened also played a part.

I had been constantly anxious over whether Axion was Ruben or not.

Once the matter was finally settled as Axion was Ruben, perhaps all the tension had simply left my body.

“Waaah. Cilia, don’t dieee.”

“Abubu!”

Thanks to that, I received the children’s tearful concern,

“Are you very sick?”

as well as Dazar’s tsundere-like, worried voice,

“I’m sorry. Because of my own selfishness……”

and even an apology from Morocanil, who unexpectedly came to visit late at night.

By the time I had completely recovered and suddenly jumped out of bed, the Period of Rest was almost over.

With my recovery as the turning point, we finished our family trip and returned to the Siaster estate.

Morocanil followed along too, like a goldfish’s poop trailing behind.

 

***

 

Dazar raised an eyebrow as he looked at the man standing before him.

“What?”

He had been sitting on the windowsill where he usually liked to perch, gazing out at the garden where the snow was beginning to melt.

Perhaps it was because he had revealed a secret he had never told anyone before.

Or perhaps it was because someone who had been sick for a week had finally recovered.

Whatever the reason, his mood had been floating in the air just moments ago.

But it had plummeted straight down in an instant.

All because of this guy.

“I said I would be ending my duties as your monitor.”

“……Why?”

“Because you are not one of Ruben’s Followers.”

That was something he already knew.

Dazar casually folded his arms.

“Of course you already knew I wasn’t one of Ruben’s Followers. Forget that. What suddenly possessed you to decide to stop bothering me?”

Hadn’t Morocanil volunteered to be his monitor specifically so he could harass him?

Why was he suddenly giving up his role as Dazar’s monitor?

Something about this was strange.

Morocanil narrowed his violet eyes slightly before speaking.

“If you wish for me to continue serving as your monitor, I can do that.”

Ugh.

He definitely didn’t want that.

“……No. I suddenly have absolutely no curiosity about this anymore. I’m delighted that you’re finally leaving my house. I trust you’ll make a proper report to His Majesty.”

“I did not say I was leaving this place just because I am ending my duties as your monitor.”

He wasn’t leaving?

Dazar narrowed his eyes as if asking what that was supposed to mean.

“I am only ending my role as your monitor. It seems that the role itself places certain restrictions on me.”

“……”

So he was saying he would continue bothering him.

Dazar’s face twisted irritably.

Well, if this guy refused to leave, he could always make him leave.

Dazar turned his head sharply, as though he couldn’t stand looking at him, and gazed out the window again.

He didn’t want someone like this interfering with this moment.

“Fine. I understand. Now go.”

He was busy.

He had preparations to make for the coming spring.

Though, technically, those preparations consisted of little more than endlessly watching the approaching spring days.

Spring was her favorite season.

That was why it was Dazar’s favorite season, too.

There weren’t many memories of her left in Dazar’s mind.

Every single one of the few memories he had of her was precious to him.

“Look, Dazar. Doesn’t this flower somehow resemble you? Normally, it shyly hides what’s inside, but when the moon rises, it opens up completely. This flower must really like the moon.”

Then she had gently stroked the fully bloomed petals and said,

“And what’s inside is so beautiful and lovely. Just like you.”

When she had added that…… she had probably been smiling.

As Dazar absentmindedly pictured her, he realized that Morocanil still hadn’t left his room.

Dazar raised an eyebrow.

“What? Do you have something else to say? It would be better for both of us if we simply lived without seeing each other. Why don’t you hurry up and get out?”

“……”

Morocanil didn’t look even remotely shaken by Dazar’s sarcasm.

He simply stood there expressionlessly, staring at Dazar as though he had something to say.

Only after Dazar narrowed his eyes and straightened his posture did Morocanil finally part his lips.

“……Have you perhaps found any trace of ‘her’ in this life?”

The moment he heard those words, Dazar’s gaze changed.

The instant he felt murderous intent fill those golden eyes, the air in the room trembled violently.

Morocanil thought, Oops, and tried to dodge.

But it was already too late.