This is a memory from a few weeks ago.
She, with eyes like blue sapphires, was deep in thought as she looked out the window.
She placed her hand on her stomach and stroked it carefully.
Amelia sat down with him on the quiet living room sofa and asked him a question. The ice in the water cup fell down with a thud.
"Yoosung, what are you going to do when I have a child?"
A heavy question suddenly posed.
It was something I said to try to hide my complex nerves and inner anxiety.
However, all her anxieties were revealed.
Yoosung leaned on the sofa and felt Amelia's quiet warmth.
Amelia, pure white naked body.
Yoosung's hand hugged Amelia's waist.
"…Ah."
Amelia let out a brief exclamation and was hugged without resistance.
She looked at Yoosung with startled eyes at the sudden action.
As his face turns red, his eyes try to hide his face away from the floor, and his lips seem to be tightly shut.
She could have gotten used to the hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her, but she was still frightened, her shoulders shaking, and shame spreading throughout her body.
Yoosung thought for a moment and a small smile appeared on his lips. His eyes drifted from the cozy living room to Isabel and then back to Amelia.
Amelia's large, sapphire eyes were watching him carefully.
"I have to give birth."
Yoosung wiped his slightly sweaty chin with the back of his hand and opened his mouth.
She gently caressed Yoosung's head with a warm hand.
"Hehe, that's it. Yoosung… I understand."
Amelia smiled meaningfully and carefully cupped her lower abdomen.
"Yuseong."
"Huh?"
"You had a chance to abandon me."
"Uh-huh, no bad words allowed. When the child wakes up, sleep quietly."
"….What I want to ask is. The question was, do you really want to get involved with a woman like me even at the second chance?"
Amelia's expression was calm and her voice was cold,
As soon as she noticed his hand resting on her shoulder, she noticed him becoming agitated.
"…"
Still.
A face that gets closer without saying anything.
Amelia, embarrassed, looked at him with wide eyes.
The cold expression had long since been taken over, and it was only a matter of time before the face and ears turned red like blush.
Her hands began to massage her legs helplessly, and her eyes wandered here and there.
"Hey, stop…"
She spoke in a trembling voice and tried to hide her embarrassment, but red had already spread across her face.
Her efforts to keep her cool collapsed with a single touch from Yoosung, and her true feelings were revealed.
The moment he hugged her, her waist-length hair was pressed against her waist by his forearm.
"Lia, you are not someone who just happened to become a guardian. Since I can no longer trust anything, you are the only person who has given me unwavering and important faith. Even though you went through all your hardships and pain, you are the one who understands me more deeply than anyone else."
"…!"
He looked at her as she buried her face in the cushion and tried to hide her embarrassment.
"Lia, you are putting yourself down too much. Someday, I will allow you to see yourself as I see you. Until then, I will live for decades or centuries. I will keep reminding you that you are precious and lovable."
He added, smiling softly.
"Whether you like it or not."
Yoosung leaned forward again and spoke almost in a whisper.
"…"
"And trust me. I don't want anyone but you sitting next to me right now. The ranking of importance means you are first. Because your existence means more to me than you think."
"Fool."
She lifted her face slightly from the cushion and looked at him.
"Yuseong… really… is stupid."
She looked into his eyes, her face turning bright red.
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Several days have passed since then.
-Kaang! Kaang!
The sword energy of Isabel, who wields flames, and Rosaria, who wields red sword energy, collided.
Oh, let me tell you in advance.
These two were fighting over the position of second wife.
If I think back to that time a little while ago…
-Oh, for your information… I will have my second child first.
-…What.
-If I tease you, will you decide on a duel? Well, it will be ordered anyway.
In fact, it must have been Isabelle's consideration… who was so intimidated every day that she couldn't raise her head even in front of Amelia.
The moment Rosaria heard those words, her eyes became clouded. I vividly remember biting my lip and glaring at Isabelle.
okay.
Rosaria pretends nothing is wrong, but…
Jealousy is very severe. A lot of that too.
Amelia somehow seems to admit it… but is it because Isabel is a former mercenary? It was more like that.
And it arrived today.
When Rosaria heard that Isabel was the first to capture her lips again today, she froze for a moment.
As soon as he saw the finger raised to his lips as if bragging, that jealousy turned into rage.
Slowly reach out to your waist.
I firmly grasped the sword handle with trembling hands and pulled out the sword without a moment's hesitation.
Just by swinging it, the air was torn apart with terrifying force, and the will of anger sparkled intensely in her eyes.
….That's a wooden sword, right?
She glared at Isabel with a menacing force, and the anger flowing from her entire body overwhelmed the surroundings.
"Ah, that's an old habit again. Don't worry, you don't have to worry much."
Amelia, who was holding my lower abdomen and letting me rest on her knees, spat out those words as if telling me not to worry.
Isabelle's red hair flew and spear-shaped flames spewed out from her fingertips. Her eyes were suddenly filled with the heat of battle.
"It's no use!"
Rosaria tightened her grip on the handle of her sword and split the flying spear in half in an instant.
"Do you think that will be the end?!?!!!"
Isabel shouted mockingly. With a single gesture of her hand, a huge fireball was created and flew towards Rosaria.
"Huh!"
Rosaria swung her red sword and split the flying fireball in half.
There was a bit of gloom and determination in her eyes.
"The difference between me and a mercenary is that I don't know how to back down."
Rosaria responded with a low growl.
In many ways, it contained the intention not to back down.
As if he would never give that much away.
She rushed towards Isabelle with a quick movement.
The moment the sword and flame collided, a huge flame erupted.
When Isabel's flames touched Rosaria's red sword, they scattered like sparks.
Rosaria took advantage of the opportunity and swung her sword at Isabelle, but it hit the shield and bounced off.
Isabel momentarily took a step back and prepared another spell.
Small flames gathered at her fingertips, seemingly preparing for another powerful attack.
The moment when a wizard is most defenseless is when he is chanting.
But Rosaria couldn't miss that moment.
Her eyes focused on her goal, and without a moment's hesitation, she rushed forward.
"Let's end it here!"
Rosaria shouted, and the fire waved its sword.
Cutting through black flames at the same time. A wooden sword that cuts off Isabelle's collar.
Isabel strengthened her shield at the last moment. I was pushed back by Rosaria's powerful blow. The surrounding area was once again colored with flames and red energy.
They were both exhausted and out of breath, but the look in their eyes was unrivaled by anyone.
Isabel stood up again and prepared the final flame, and Rosaria raised her sword high, predicting the end of the battle.
"…No matter how I look at it, it doesn't look like that."
If that happens, someone is really going to die…!
Rosaria uses magic without magic tools.
If you hit one wrong fireball, the building will be destroyed in half. If this is true, it will be a disaster.
The same goes for Rosaria's wooden sword.
Even an ordinary person's wooden sword can lead to bruises or fractures if hit incorrectly. What if you put it in the hands of a superhuman like Rosaria? That is a sword and a weapon. If we are talking about martial arts, should we call it swordsmanship? If you just hit it with an auror and swing it, it was just like a real sword.
Two concubines were fighting over one lip.
Although it was extremely childish, the reason was that it was not childish to them at all.
I tried to speak up to mediate, but I wasn't in the mood.
At that time, Amelia, a wise mother and good wife, caught their attention by clapping her hands.
Amelia does not lose her quiet dignity and elegance. I looked at the two bickering concubines.
There was a deep composure in her eyes. After the token of him was born in my stomach, all the faint anxiety I had was erased.
She approached her husband step by step.
I was momentarily taken aback when Amelia approached me, but was soon silenced by her actions.
Amelia stood next to me without saying a word and gently kissed my cheek.
"!!!"
At that moment, the battlefield where the fight was taking place was suddenly engulfed in silence.
The voices of the concubines disappeared in an instant. The two were shocked by her actions and could not keep their mouths shut.
I momentarily closed my eyes in her warm kiss, and her gentle smile caught my eye.
Amelia turned her head and looked at the two concubines calmly, and spoke in a firm yet gentle voice.
"Children… shouldn't both of them be given equal opportunities?"
Her words had a strong resonance, but their content was completely unbecoming of elegance and dignity.
"So, the two of us can hug Yoosung together."
""…""
What was surprising was not just the two of us, but three people, including me, who were right next to us.