I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother

The earring sparkled.

At the time, Yelena was just fascinated by the sight of it, but the magic Sidrion had cast on the earring ended up being of great help later on.

Yelena had been lucky; she’d put on those exact earrings that day, of all days.

Sidrion shook his head at Yelena’s thanks.

“No, not at all. Since I had imprinted the magic on the spot, it was useless… It would have been much more helpful if it had been an official artifact.”

Sidrion then put all kinds of things on the table. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, hairpins, earrings…

They appeared to be ordinary accessories, but they completely changed the moment Sidrion said, “These are magic artifacts.”

“What?”

“I’ve imprinted attack, defense, teleportation, and communication magic.”

“…”

“I’ve made them so that they will respond to the voice of the first person to wear each artifact. You will be able to use it right after reciting the start command. Each artifact has a different start command. I’ll leave a manual that explains each magic effect, so you can just read it…”

“Black Tower Owner.”

Yelena cut Sidrion off. She was looking at the dark shadows under his eyes.

“Did you skip sleep to make all this?” She posed it as a question, but there was certainty in her words.

Sidrion didn’t reply, but his silence expressed the affirmative.

“Gosh.”

A baffled Yelena leaned against the back of her chair and crossed her arms.

“…Why do all this?”

“…”

“You know, Black Tower Owner.”

Yelena’s expression turned serious.

It had been on the back of her mind for a while, but she thought she’d take this opportunity to confirm it.

“I investigated you in the past.”

Ben had been flustered when she had asked him to introduce her to Sidrion and her husband had asked her if Sidrion had acted rudely by any chance.

Naturally, she grew curious.

‘This punk, what is he usually like?’

With that curiosity, she learned of Sidrion’s ludicrous reputation.

“You’re quite famous. For your bad temper.”

Scumbag was Sidrion’s nickname.

The current owner of the Black Tower was known for his extraordinary genius, but he was no less notorious for his awful personality.

“But for someone who’s so infamous for his bad character, you act like an innocent lamb in front of me and do whatever you’re told without complaint…”

Yelena directed her sharp gaze towards the variety of artifacts on the table.

“You even lost sleep overworking yourself to make all this for me.”

“That…”

“Black Tower Owner.”

Yelena looked right into Sidrion’s eyes. Then she spoke in a wary voice.

“Do you like my husband that much?”

“Pardon?” Sidrion, whose mouth had been open to give an explanation, replied in an idiotic voice.

Yelena narrowed her eyes, arms still crossed.

“Killing your temper in front of me, worrying about my safety, that’s all because of my husband.”

“…”

“Honestly, you don’t really care if I get hurt or not, do you? But if I’m in danger, then my husband would be worried, which would bother you, so you push yourself to do all this. Am I wrong?”

She was right.

Sidrion was speechless.

Truth be told, Sidrion would not be able to feel any particular emotion if Yelena died right there in front of him. He would just be concerned about the grief Kaywhin would experience as a result.

Yelena was right, but he didn’t expect the person in question to hit the mark so bluntly.

A flustered Sidrion tried to deny it without realizing. “…Why do you think that? It could just be that I have a good-natured fondness for you, unrelated to anyone else.”

“That’s hilarious.” Yelena scoffed as if she had just heard nonsense.

“Do you think I’m stupid? I’m not that bad at reading people.”

“…”

“You aren’t interested in ‘me’ at all. But you might be interested in my husband’s wife.”

Sidrion’s mouth twitched, but in the end, no words came out, not even to refute her. And truthfully, he didn’t really need to.

“…You have a good eye for people’s character.”

Yelena let out a triumphant laugh at that.

“That’s why I married my husband.” Yelena was proud for a second, and then she returned to her original point.

She fixed her posture.

“Why do you like my husband so much?” she asked, as if she was interrogating Sidrion. There was a sharp glint in her eye.

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