I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother

Viscount Marezon’s household was famous for drug distribution, and Yelena had previously met Viscount Marezon at various parties.

He always had a group of people surrounding him whenever she saw him.

“So, you’re Viscount Marezon’s…”

Yelena remembered that the Viscount Marezon she met was a middle-aged man.

“I’m his eldest son.”

Ah, so that was it.

Yelena nodded. Without much thought, she reached her hand out to shake hands but suddenly stopped herself.

The goosebumps she felt earlier had resurfaced on the same arm.

After much deliberation, Yelena eventually lowered her hand as naturally as possible and smiled instead.

“What brings you to the castle?”

Since Incan had not been given a title, there was a clear difference in status between them, so Yelena’s speech had become more comfortable.

“I’m here to deliver medicine.”

“Personally?”

Though she knew that the Marezon household handled medicine, she never expected a Marezon would personally deliver it.

‘Ah, was it time to renew the contract?’

It would make sense since that would require a person-in-charge.

However, Incan seemed to have interpreted Yelena’s reaction differently.

He scratched his nape and answered, “I always personally deliver medicine to the castle.”

When Yelena saw Incan’s expression, she suddenly realized that her reaction might rub him the wrong way.

“I apologize. Please forgive me if I have offended you. I’m still slow when it comes to the castle’s operations.”

“No, don’t worry about it.”

“Mm, will you be staying for a few days?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay. You must have had a long journey, so please rest well while you’re here.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

Incan’s expression and attitude were both immaculate.

Yelena looked at him for a while longer before turning around to leave the garden.

***

“Did you mean Sir Incan Marezon?”

Yelena called for Abbie as soon as she stepped into her room.

Lately, Abbie was Yelena’s most trusted maid, but it was not because she had rained compliments about Yelena’s looks a few days ago.

Instead, Yelena had seen an unusual competence in her that day.

Moreover, her competence was soon proven.

Indeed, the veteran maid Abbie did not disappoint and reported all the information she knew about Incan.

“Incan Marezon. Twenty-seven years old. He is Viscount Marezon’s second child and eldest son. He has an older sister and a younger brother.”

“Twenty seven years old…”

He was older than she thought.

Between them was an age difference of eight years.

“Is he married?”

Because aristocrats, on average, got married in their twenties, Incan should not only be married but have one or two kids as well.

However, Abbie shook her head.

“He does not have his own family yet.”

“Is there a reason for his late marriage? Maybe a bad rumor among women?”

“There was nothing like that.”

“Really?”

Yelena thought for a while before continuing with another question. “What about his personality?”

“I heard that he has a good reputation. He treats his subordinates well and is not ambitious.”

“Not ambitious?”

“The heir to the household is his sister, Rebecca Marezon. Rumors are going around that he gave the position to his sister because he wasn’t interested.”

“Hmm…”

Yelena sat down on the well-cushioned sofa.

She was concerned.

‘What…were those goosebumps?’

She was still concerned about it, though she suspected that it could just be an illusion.

However, after listening about Incan Marezon from the trusty and competent Abbie, he seemed just to be an ordinary young man.

“Abbie, can you give me your hand?”

Abbie was suspicious but still reached out without complaints.

Yelena grabbed onto her hand.

“…”

Of course, Yelena did not feel anything unusual.

Yelena recalled the part where Incan Marezon had touched her arm.

“Grab me over here.”

“Over here?”

“Slightly upwards.”

Abbie grabbed Yelena’s arm as instructed.

“Will you grab harder?”

“…”

‘Indeed, I don’t feel anything.’

Seriously, what was it?

Yelena, unable to forget the lingering feeling, narrowed her eyes and went into deep thought until something came into her mind suddenly, and she left the room.

KNOCK KNOCK.

At the knock, Duke Mayhard lifted his hands.

The servants opened the door to the office, revealing Yelena, who smiled bashfully at the sight of Duke Mayhard.

“… May I come in?”

She was awkward and embarrassed as it was her first time staying so calm while coming to see him.

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