Please Do Not Abandon the Adopted Heroine - Please Do Not Abandon the Adopted Heroine chapter 82

Chapter 82 – Hero of the Second Holy Sword_2

“Oh… It’s a lie… ?”

“It is said that he appeared after three months of disappearance… What… ?”

A lightning strike.

There can be no further expression than that.

Undine and Princess Charlotte froze, forgetting that they were even saying the same thing. If you are beyond embarrassed and your hair turns white, this is what it will feel like.

‘I’ll have to take a look at the situation.’

The hero Seo Cheol-soo left for the magic tower and rarely returned.

Has the moon phase, the ruler of the Magic Tower, met? The tower shook, but it’s okay, right? If you look closely, there is a crack in the outer wall. Yes, it might collapse if you get close to it. Let’s not get closer.

When Undine said to first wait quietly in front of the magic tower, Charlotte and other party members nodded.

How long did I wait? In the snowy fields, where the sun and moon were irregular, one had to rely only on the clock and one’s senses. Judging by the hands on my pocket watch, I must have waited about 15 days.

Waiting itself is not difficult. In the past, Seo Cheol-soo often disappeared like this.

But no matter how long he was, it never lasted longer than a week. Time has passed so much that it’s embarrassing. In the first place, I wanted to hear a definite answer as to whether he would come back. There was a lot of discussion about whether this was disrespectful to party members.

In the end, on the full moon, it would not have been surprising that Charlotte, unable to bear it any longer, destroyed the camp and left.

It was true that they had nowhere else to go, so after wandering in the snowy fields for some time, they turned to Undine’s mansion.

It will come someday. I took it lightly. I wasn’t overly concerned about his well-being.

I trusted him for his skill in magic, and I trusted the swordsmanship he showed. Fortunately or unfortunately, he did not disappoint his expectations.

One day, after three months of rest, a party member’s screams suddenly burst out from the front door.

He came all the way to Undine’s mansion on his own.

If there was one problem, it was that Seo Cheol-soo was not alone.

Standing next to him was a blood relative woman who kept her mouth shut and avoided eye contact.

What stands out the most is appearance. The moment I laid eyes on that blood relative, I sighed like no one else.

Hair with a subtle yet rich color like ebony catches the eye even in the dark. It grows so long that it gives the illusion that the dark night sky is pouring down. The dizzyingly curved eyes filled with temperament and the clear nose and lips were fascinating, but the skin that looked like clear milk and a body that was so light as to be detached diluted the overall impression, which could have been a bit fierce and dark.

There are not enough qualifications to simply describe her as a beauty. Her indescribable aura swirled around her.

In a situation where no one could open their mouths, Seo Cheol-soo opened his mouth leisurely as if it was no big deal.

“This is my wife. The ceremony was simple, just the two of us. “The Undines know each other, right?”

“…… Yes?”

“They said we were friends. Each other.”

“… Yes? No, what is that……. What… I am now… Did I hear it wrong? Bye, marriage… That… “

“That’s right, marriage.”

“……………….”

“……………….”

“……………….”

“What’s the problem?”

“Well, then I…” “

Then the female blood relative next to her took a step forward.

“Undine. Long time no see.”

“………..”

“I’m pregnant.”

Pregnant? Are you pregnant? Despite the whispering, the only two people, Undine and Princess Charlotte, were unable to respond. I checked the woman’s stomach, but I wasn’t sure yet. However, Seo Cheol-soo was never a talent worthy of making jokes like this.

With those words, Undine fainted.

***

Retirement of the hero of the Second Holy Sword.

Big news that shook the empire struck, but no one could stop his actions.

Middle of the mountain range bordering the northern snowfield. The warrior who settled down on an untouched ridge succeeded in settling his life by cutting off almost all contact with the outside world. Unless he was occasionally called by the emperor, he no longer even set foot in the snowy fields.

It was an arbitrary and selfish declaration that bordered on retirement, but there was no one who could stop his will anymore.

Achievement of conquering the eastern snow fields and causing near-destruction to the Mage Tower. Because there was no one who could dare give orders to the disastrous warrior who was master of magic and swordsmanship and could freely manipulate the power and authority of the Second Holy Sword.

Father and mother built a hut with only their own efforts, with only a small ceremony. And it is said that they began their newlywed life in that very cabin.

… If you omit the intermediate process like this, you may mistakenly believe that the relationship was formed in a somewhat coercive manner by the father who took control of the mother at the Tower of Magic, but I want to make it clear that it was pure love.

I would like to add, however, that I had never heard of the three months that those two people had been missing, and it seemed like Mrs. Deese didn’t really know what had happened either.

As a child, I want to believe that pure love is right.

…… That’s right, no way.

Anyway, the important thing is that by the time the two showed up so shamelessly, her mother, who was known for her temper, had already opened her heart to her father.

My parents did not even inform the Empire of their residence, which was a wise choice. It was obvious that if it became known that the hero of the Second Holy Sword had married a blood relative, a situation that could not simply be ignored would arise.

However, there was only one person in the imperial castle, and there was only one person in the imperial family who knew about my family’s cabin.

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“Listen carefully. Eugene. “You shouldn’t grow up like your dad.”

Even when I had just turned twelve, Princess Charlotte would occasionally visit the cabin.

She tied up her guards in a nearby city and climbed the mountain range alone. Even though she was a princess living in a peaceful castle, she had not faded away from her past as a warrior’s party, and often brought several fierce mountain animals, such as bears and wolves, as gifts. It was her habit to hand it over.

Princess Charlotte visited the mountains in the fall, when the Imperial Palace was at its busiest time of the year, and spent about a week together in a cabin.

Every time, he held me in his arms, to be precise, and said, “My nephew, my son, my younger brother,” And would not let me go as the days went by.

“Are you listening to your aunt?”

“Yes.”

“You can practice your sword later… This… “No, let’s play with my sister.”

“Yes.”

“Whew, I don’t know who he looks like so much.”

I followed Charlotte and called her ‘aunt.’

Her mother’s complaints about Charlotte losing her ability to say ‘mom’ when she was just starting to babble was an anecdote that was hard to hear. She also said that my aunt was proud of her work, and she would sometimes talk about it, saying that she would get custody of me someday.

It may be a little bit itchy to say it directly, but she found me very cute. When I think about it now, the princess, who was as capable as her aunt, must have had some free time as an excuse she made up to meet me.

At the time, the emperor could not overcome his age and was lying in a sick bed, anxiously awaiting the day of his death. Even if he had no interest in succeeding to the throne, Charlotte, who was one of the five most likely to inherit the throne, would not have had time to leisurely enjoy a week of relaxation in a cabin. Because it was clear.

“Okay? “You can’t take after your father.”

Her aunt, who was over 30, still boasted a noble and beautiful appearance. When I was close to her, the strong smell of sweet and sour perfume came to me, and sometimes, when I was lost in her soft breasts, I would fall asleep without realizing it.

… I don’t know, but I’m sure my view of reason, obsessed with Baaang, began to deteriorate from then on.

“What are you doing, you guys?”

“What should I do? Your mother is here, Eugene.”

“You can’t be the child’s father, so are you going to take my son with you?”

“I’m not taking you, b*tch. “I’m going to marry him to a woman who is much better than you and me.”

“Is there a woman better than the princess in the empire? Ah… He, your nephew, Anyastashanji or whatever. “I’m eliminated.”

“… “Hmm, this is why we can’t be blood relatives.”

My aunt smiled meaningfully and buried her face in my hair.

“Eujin will prepare the best wedding destination even if I risk everything. “If only he didn’t take after his father!”

“They don’t look alike… ? “Where will the blood that was wielded by that human and woman go?”

Her mother responded with a chuckle.

Actually, my father was a somewhat difficult person to me.

The hero of the 2nd Holy Sword.

Seo Cheol-soo, a legendary warrior who is praised as a hero.

He was like a random number.

If I were asked to choose a pronoun whose direction I can’t figure out, I would confidently name him.

One day, my father, who had disappeared since early morning, returned in the late afternoon and presented me with a document he said he had received from city hall. His father explained that he had dug up a new family register for his mother, who was his blood relative, but because he was bored, he even changed his first and last name.

“Neferna… What is it again? “You have a perfectly fine castle, so why are you creating a new castle?”

“Why?”

His answer was very concise.

“It’s so cool.”

It was Seo Cheol-soo’s habit to say that if he had missed just one letter in his name, he might have had to live in a moral textbook rather than a fantasy. Perhaps your father didn’t like your name very much.

As someone who was born and raised here, I only had the perception that the word ‘cheolsu’ had a similar pronunciation to pickled fish, a specialty of a region bordering the sea. A pickled dish that is a little fishy but has a great salty taste. Isn’t it a good thing if the name is similar to the food? I could never understand why my father hated your name.

For your information, my mother absolutely hated this food. Occasionally, when her father would bring her an armful of food, she would eat it for every meal, but each time, her mother would be genuinely disgusted, asking, ‘Do you really have to eat that?’

“… “It’s delicious.”

“Don’t be funny. You eat a lot…. Don’t give it to Eugene. “Ever since I was young, I’ve been careful about my tongue when I eat strange things.”

Anyway, back to names, my father definitely had a strange obsession with names.

Not only did he create a surname that had no origins, such as ‘Neferna’ or anything, but he also went as far as to change the character ‘Seo’, which was his original last name, to his middle name. When I was born, I was given the name ‘Eugene’. The things I did and was proud of myself for years later were all actions that were difficult to understand.

“It’s a name that can be used without any discomfort in the East, the West, and even in this world. Hmm. “Shouldn’t I open a writing agency?”

“Ha… Seed… Stop making a fuss. You’re going to have to deal with that for a few years. “You crazy guy.”

Her father, who indulged in her eccentric behavior, and her mother, who used to look at her father pitifully.

Although she often used harsh words, the two of them had a very good relationship.

Even though I felt embarrassed as her child, I could definitely express it as love.

So it must not have been a coincidence that it came to fruition.

It was a season when the summer sun must have been stinging. There was a time when her mother, who never slept in, rolled around in her bed. As she was circling around her mother, wondering if she was in pain, she suddenly grabbed my hand and grabbed my hand, seeming to find that son of a bit amusing.

“Now, touch your mother’s belly here.”

“………… ?”

“Don’t just stay away, come here.”

“…… Belly Fat?”

My mother said, ‘This bastard.’ She lightly squeezed my head and laughed.

“It’s not the belly fat, it’s the younger brother.”

He then started looking at me intently.

“Why are you so still? Even young people can be cute if they do it in moderation. If you’re a kid, try showing a cheerful reaction like a kid. How about you, little brother? Good? Or do you not like it?”

“Man? Female? Or not yet… “You don’t know.”

“It’s not showing up even with the checkup now. But I secretly asked Sang Hyeon-dal. “They can predict the future, even if it’s unclear.”

“……… ….”

“Hmm…… It’s annoying. So, do you like your younger brother or your younger sister better?”

“I don’t know.”

“Pick one.”

“Both.”

“Wake up from your dream, son.”

“Then, sister.”

“… Then, please come back here for a moment. “I guess I can give birth to my younger brother first and then have you again.”

I muttered as I carefully compared my height with my mother’s stomach.

“… “It’s going to explode.”

“Don’t be serious. It’s small….”

Then, my mother smiled widely and stroked my head, which was rare.

“Congratulations. “It’s my younger sister.”