episode_0032

Satisfied with Darin’s fellatio, Kael leaned in to kiss his mother’s lower garment, seeking to reciprocate.

She vehemently protested, insisting it was fine multiple times, but Kael swiftly delved into his mother’s lap, deeming it improper to only receive as a child.

As Darin indulged in the embrace of her son, who had accumulated experiences like a debauched archer, he skillfully pleasured her. Gently teasing and licking her shyly protruding clitoris and lower opening with his tongue, Darin soon reached a shallow climax.

Each time her son excited her with his touch, Darin felt more anguish than joy. The fact that she was releasing fluids from her own flesh and blood filled her with immense self-loathing.

Thus, despite moaning and blushing when her son pleasured her, tears sometimes welled up due to the sadness within her.

“Next time, wouldn’t it be nice to go on an outing alone in a carriage? There won’t be any servants then, so we could have privacy inside the carriage, right?”

It was a moment of relief for Darin to avoid sex in the carriage by pleading with her son. His regretful words lingered. Darin remained silent, nodding reluctantly under Kael’s gaze, which illuminated the wall.

And so, the peculiar day of the two passed. The carriage finally entered the vibrant Ryung.

The people of Bayoren raised their hands in welcome upon learning that the two had returned. To them, Bayoren was a noble entity worthy of utmost respect, evident in their warm reception.

However, Lady Jajak, who always responded to enthusiastic welcomes with a smile, did not extend her head out of the window this time. The people felt sorry, assuming their mistress wasn’t feeling well, dismissing it as inconsequential.

“K-Kael, aren’t you too close?”

“Why do you say that? Haven’t we already spent nights together?”

“No, I mean…”

Kael repeatedly kissed his mother’s fair thigh whenever he found an opportunity, elated at having his first girlfriend. How could he further explain the joy of being with the woman he had secretly admired for decades?

“Mother, when will dinner be served?”

“Are you insane!? And I am not your lover, don’t decide things on your own!”

It was truly exasperating for Darin to hear such words from her intelligent child, who completely treated her as his woman. Regardless of how much he might like her as a woman, his recent statement crossed a line.

“Your father is a possessive barbarian from Bayoren. If he finds out I’ve been taken away from him… he will surely draw his sword, son or not!”

If that were to happen, a family tragedy would unfold. Bayoren’s lineage would turn into a mere footnote. Above all, Darin wanted to avoid conflict. It was foolish for family members to point swords at each other.

Yet Kael nonchalantly replied with a lazy demeanor.

“Didn’t I tell you last time? You don’t need to worry about that.”

“What should I not worry about? Your father will be furious!”

Kael didn’t respond to his mother’s retort. He discreetly opened the window, glanced around, closed the window, the curtains, and even the wooden door.

“What you should be worried about right now is the imminent return of Duke Doston to Bayoren.”

“…?”

“Be cautious of the impending arrival of Duke Doston to Bayoren.”

Darine blinked her eyes, wondering what the sound was, and tilted her head curiously. Suddenly, a warning about Viscount Dostan…

Viscount Dostan.

He was the leader of the elite force of Huscarls in Bayoren and also a long-time loyal subject of her husband, the Duke of Bayoren.

In other territories, Huscarls were akin to knights. Due to Bayoren’s history as barbarians, they operated their forces differently, not adhering to imperial feudalism. Simply put, he was the commander of Bayoren’s knights and the right-hand man to her husband.

But why be cautious of such a figure? Shouldn’t it be Carrel, the one bringing up this topic, who needs caution? Darine just wore a puzzled expression.

Seeing through her mother’s thoughts, Carrel offered a bitter smile. Yes. It would be overwhelming for her mother to digest the despair of recent intimacy with me alone. Nevertheless, this conversation had to happen. When the Huscarls return, a storm will brew in Bayoren.

“In fact, Viscount Dostan has feelings for your mother.”

“Wha…?”

“He pretends otherwise while harboring intentions towards your mother.”

“Wait, Carrel. I’m lost. What is all this about suddenly?”

“Exactly. Well, I’ll handle that person myself, but it wouldn’t hurt for your mother to be cautious.”

“This is absurd. He’s already a married man!”

“Just because he’s married doesn’t mean he can’t be attracted to another woman, right? If given the chance, all the men in Bayoren would want your mother as their bride. It’s just a matter of status preventing them from showing it.”

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Darine exclaimed, rejecting her son’s opinion. While Carrel was precious to her, so were the people and divine beings of Bayoren. After spending over 30 years in one place, it was only natural to develop affection.

So, no matter how dear her son was, baselessly slandering the people and divine beings was unacceptable. She was not only a mother but also the mistress of Bayoren.

“Why would I deceive your mother?”

“Deceive…? How can such words come from your mouth? You deceived and mocked your mother!”

“Deceived? Are you saying hiding feelings for your mother was deceitful? Oh, my son has never deceived his mother.”

“What…?”

Darine fell silent. Upon reflection, Carrel did emit a sense of admiration for her mother since childhood. But from a parent’s perspective, how could she take that as genuine? She merely saw it as filial piety towards his mother.

“I don’t deny your mother’s position. But I hope you acknowledge that your son has always been sincere.”

You’ve viewed me like that since childhood? While Darine had vaguely sensed it now and then, she couldn’t pinpoint when exactly it began. However, she shook her head roughly, brushing off the sentiment. It was an unwanted matter, and not the priority at the moment.

“Well… I understand your feelings very well. Still, Carrel, I fail to comprehend the claim that Viscount Dostan has set his sights on me.”

“So, are you suggesting I am making baseless assumptions?”

“In my opinion, it seems like you are becoming overly fixated on your mother. It’s a delusion that all men tend to have! How many years were she and your mother together? Not as long as your father, but they spent over 20 years knowing each other!”

“Admittedly, Mother knew the Duke of Dorstan longer than I did, but I understand his true nature better than anyone.”

“…Parshin has always been kind to me. Moreover, being of common birth, he didn’t look down on me and treated me respectfully as his superior. Your mother doesn’t want to doubt those who have shown her kindness without reason.”

“Haha, Mother. Sharp in mind only. Must you remain so naive?”

“What? Are you treating your mother like a fool now?”

“Don’t misunderstand, that’s not it at all. But, if you claim to have been a man in a past life, how can you be so clueless about men?”

“…What do you mean by saying your mother is clueless? She knows how to distinguish the gazes of men looking at me!”

With the confident demeanor of the young girl, Cael sighed and lowered his head. This audacious woman was endlessly generous to those she loved, unable to see reality.

Cael wasn’t oblivious either. Hadn’t he exploited this weakness of hers to fulfill his desires? Yet, knowing this weakness well, he had to make her see reality.

“Why do you think a young viscount would be kind to a young lady with no background? If he doesn’t admire that woman, there would be no reason for his kindness. And your mother…”

His gaze turned bitter. He worried that the gentle mother, weak in character, might push him away decisively. It would probably be difficult for her to do so, leaving him to wield the blade.

“Human beings are more cunning than you think. Just like your son.”

“…”

Darine stiffened, turning into a mute statue. Upon hearing ‘just like your son,’ she began to grasp the meaning instantly. Her beloved and trusted son had betrayed her. There was no guarantee that he wouldn’t turn against her, even if he was the Duke of Dorstan.

“A selfish and impatient man. If it means seizing the woman he desires, he can muster patience. And if such an opportunity arises, he won’t let it slip by.”

“Opportunity? What are you talking about?”

“…You’ll soon understand without me having to explain. Anyway, Mother.”

Cael gently pushed the precious woman he longed for towards the sofa. Despite wanting to treat his mother kindly every time, seeing the tear-filled eyes of the crimson-haired woman made him want to torment her. Other men likely felt similar impulses as well.

“Your mother may be a married woman with two children, but she remains beautiful and lovely. And petite like a young girl. So, it would be good to always be cautious around her.”

In a tone that seemed to soothe a child, Darine’s pumpkin-colored eyes widened. Recently, she had transgressed, and now he was trying to teach her as he pleased. Even the usually obedient Darine began to feel a surge of anger.

The woman with scratched pride thought to herself, ‘You’re just a son, unable to resist or fight back. I’m not as easygoing as you think.’

“Don’t treat me like a child. Your mother will handle it herself!”

As Mother roughly brushed off her son’s touch, the carriage came to a sudden stop. They had arrived at the gates of the Bayoren Estate. Sensing the servants outside preparing to open the door, Darine quickly stood up. She didn’t want to be alone with Cael any longer.

“Mother, you must not dismiss your son’s words lightly. Even the departed eventually become part of the barbaric Baeyorun, so there are many who view you with the same eyes as father.”

“Shut your mouth!”

With a furious demeanor, she cast her eyes down on my son with hateful glares. The emotion that filled her after resignation was anger directed towards the bloodstains.

Darine’s eyes welled up with tears. She shouted, pointing a finger.

“You’re just like your father!”