I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother

‘That’s why he suddenly asked me for a walk like this.’

The atmosphere between the two did not encourage a walk for no particular reason.

It didn’t seem like he was trying to devote some time of the day to walk for their health either.

‘… Come to think of it.’

Yelena suddenly recalled a fact.

Recently her husband seemed to have a lot on his mind.

‘It was exactly after the Incan incident.’

It was around the day Incan left the castle.

In other words, after the night when Duke Mayhard applied medicine to her wrists.

‘Is it related to that?’

In fact, it seemed that her husband had a lot of personal matters to think about.

Her husband was the duke and the master of the castle and the governing territory.

Although she did not know the details, he owned several businesses as well.

If he didn’t have much to think about, it would be even stranger.

That was why she had not paid much attention to it in the meantime…

The situation made her wonder if there was another reason why he seemed to have a lot on his mind.

‘But even if it were related, I will not know…’

The matter regarding Incan was practically done.

They were only waiting for a letter with a reply from his family.

The bruise on Yelena’s wrist was now almost gone, indicating the smooth progress.

‘What is it?’

What on earth did her husband want to say to her in such a place?

When Yelena’s mind formed such a question, Duke Mayhard opened his mouth.

“Wife, you…”

Yelena’s ears perked up at the sound of the voice she had been anticipating.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Afraid?”

Yelena blinked and asked again, “About what?”

Ghost, disaster?

Otherwise, disease?

“Spending time with me like this.”

It was neither a ghost, a disaster, nor a disease.

Yelena’s expression changed as if she could not understand his words.

“…why would I be afraid of that?”

Yelena asked with a hint of doubt, “What are you going to do to me here?”

Specific examples followed one after another.

“Will you push me onto a jagged stone and laugh at me for falling over? Will you say that you’re taking the leaves off my head and instead put a bug on it?”

“…”

“Well… or, although it’s a little too much, will you touch a beehive, run away and leave me there?”

Not to mention the details, but every single one was very petty.

In fact, not all the examples came purely from Yelena’s imagination.

The first and second were what Yelena suffered, and the last thing was how Yelena had paid back her opponent.

The other party, of course, was her brother, Edward.

Regarding the result, the fight ended with her victory.

It ended with her knees covered with scars and a bug on her head, but Edward, who was attacked by the bees, had to suffer for two days from the attack.

Yelena was triumphant in front of Edward’s bedroom as he was bedridden.

Moreover, she was scolded severely by her father for doing dangerous things and punished for three hours.

She was young.

‘The beehive was a little too much…’

She was young and didn’t know anything.

If it were now, she would have avenged herself in a less dangerous, dirtier, and cheaper way.

Duke Mayhard, who was alarmed by the examples Yelena gave, replied after a long silence.

“…no.”

“Right? Honestly, I can’t imagine you doing such a thing to me.”

It would be better if she did it to her husband in retaliation for refusing to sleep together.

Yelena thought deeply about it while she was at it.

Of course, she wouldn’t touch a beehive now that she understood the risks.

In the first place, even bugs were not an area that she could touch, so she would have to exclude them…

What about pushing him onto a jagged rock?

‘Is it even possible?’

Yelena imagined herself deliberately pushing her husband over without him realizing it.

And soon found a big problem in her imagination.

‘I don’t think he’s going to fall…’

Yelena’s gaze lingered on the stone-hard muscles of Duke Mayhard’s upper body.

Next…the lower body.

Legs. She didn’t know as she had never touched them.

‘Unfortunately, I’ve never seen it.’

However, it was absurd that the lower body of a knight who slashed his enemy on horseback was untrained.

Presumably, the muscles of the thighs hidden by clothes were also probably like stone.

Yelena looked down at her slender arms.

‘…Let’s not push him.’