I'll Be The Warrior's Mother

With the help of a maid in the dressing room, Yelena changed out of her outfit into something simpler, and headed back into the bedroom.

Just then, Kaywhin had already taken off his mask and sat down on the sofa. The maid who had helped Yelena with her clothes was startled by the sight of Kaywhin’s face and she withdrew from the room soon after.

“Kaywhin.”

Ylenea was unaware of the maids’s reaction, as the maid had been standing behind her. She walked over to the seat opposite from Kaywhin’s and sat down.

“I’m sorry. I’ve taken even more of your time with my personal matters.”

“It’s fine. Rather than that, are you okay, Wife?”

“Me, why?”

“You’re looking a little pale.”

Ah. Yelena raised a hand to her face. Of course, this didn’t do anything to improve her complexion.

“I’m fine. I was just a bit startled, so…” After hesitating for a moment, Yelena continued speaking, “About that play we saw earlier. It felt like it might be written by someone I know… that’s why I wanted to meet them in person to find out if it’s true.”

Although there were a few omissions in her words, she wasn’t lying.

‘That was definitely a demon.’

A demon had appeared in the play. That was the reason why Yelena wanted to meet the playwright who had written that play.

The word ‘demon’ hadn’t actually been used anywhere in the play. However the monster depicted in the play matched perfectly with the demons that Yelena knew.

‘Could it be the old woman?’

While escorting the two of them to their residence, Baron Anaheim had said that the playwright was a young bard. But if it was the old lady, then she might have changed her appearance through some kind of magic. The old lady that Yelena knew was someone extraordinary enough to do that sort of thing with ease.

‘I’ll know for sure tomorrow, but if it’s really the old lady who wrote this script, then there must be a reason for it.’

Even if he didn’t turn out to be the old woman, it would be worth meeting with him. Because it would mean that there were other people who knew of the future besides Yelena.

‘Phewww.’

With an internal sigh, Yelena leaned back into the sofa.

Her stomach churched. Recalling the demons naturally led her to think about the terrible death that she had suffered in the future.

That was probably why her complexion was so poor.

‘What’s with this?’

It was disappointing that their first real date out in public had ended like this. As she thought of how unfortunate it was that things had ended this way, an aimless resentment began building up inside her.

At that moment, Yelena caught sight of a bottle of wine that had been set on the table.

“Where did this wine come from?”

She hadn’t seen it before she had headed into the dressing room.

Kaywhin replied, “A maid came by a bit earlier and left this here.”

“Is that so?”

After staring for a moment at the wine bottle and the two glasses that had been left lying beside it, Yelena reached out for the wine. Wine could be helpful when you had a headache, or when you were feeling a bit down. So this suited Yelena perfectly.

“Well then, since they’ve prepared a drink for us, why don’t we share a glass together?”

Uncorking the wine bottle, Yelena filled the two empty glasses and placed one in front of Kaywhin. But Kaywhin didn’t show any reaction.

Yelena stared curiously at the unresponsive Kaywhin before suddenly freezing. Then a red blush began to spread across her face, from ear to ear.

“Huh?”

“There’s no way I’ll get as drunk as I was back then, so there’s no need to be worried.”

A painful memory from the past had flashed through Yelena’s head. It was from when she had gotten drunk, lost control of herself, and recklessly assaulted her husband. In the end, instead of successfully ravishing her husband, she hadn’t even been able to lay a finger on him, and, while still drunk, she had been rolled up in a blanket and had to sleep it off until morning.

That was her crowning moment of shame and embarrassment.

Yelena’s face flushed like a ripe berry.

Kaywhin stared blankly at Yelena’s blushing face for a moment, but he soon shook his head in a fluster.

“Ah, no, it’s not that. That’s not what I was worried about, instead I was wondering if it was okay for my wife to drink alcohol when her complexion wasn’t looking so good…?”

“That’s just an excuse.”

She knew that it wasn’t actually an excuse, Yelena interrupted Kaywhin anyway. Because if she really had misunderstood the situation, then she would be so ashamed that she could just curl up and die.

“Pick up your glass,” Yelena demanded in a deliberately arrogant and forceful tone.

Kaywhin silently lifted his glass of wine off the table and clinked it against Yelena’s. Yelene aggressively chugged her glass of wine, because she was already so embarrassed that it felt like her throat was on fire.

Seeing this, Kaywhin gave a slight smile and also lifted the glass to his lips. But as soon as he took a sip of the wine, his expression shifted.

“Hold on, Yelena. This wine is…”

“Huh?”

Yelena, who had just cleanly emptied her wine glass of its last drop, turned to look at Kaywhin. At this sight, Kaywhin let loose a rare sigh.

“…these fools.”

“What?”

Was there some kind of problem?