Book 8: Chapter 7
‘The life form called “Mom” is too frightening…’
‘In every single way…’
I looked at the two confronting each other armed with swords. The two of them were dressed in armour and wore helmets, but their eyes were savage as if they genuinely wanted to chop the person in front of them in half.
‘Perhaps it was because Elizabeth had to go hunting soon so she wanted to get an early warm-up. Vyvyan on the other hand was fuming with rage. I initially thought Vyvyan got grumpy, because she hadn’t seen me in a long time. I never thought she was truly furious.’
“I slept holding my son, so what are you angry about?”
“He’s my son.” Vyvyan looked at Elizabeth coldly, swung her sword and said, “What did you do with my son?! What lewd things did you do? Only I can do those things. You don’t think that my son would be happy with you doing those things as well, do you?! My son is only happy with it when I do it.”
‘No, truthfully, I wouldn’t really be happy if you did it, either, because you’re my mom! You’re my mom! How could I be happy about my mom bathing me?!’
“Let me have a think. Ah, I hugged him while bathing and slept with him in my embrace. Oh, also, my son’s lips are very soft.”
Elizabeth touched her lips as if she was reminiscing the moment as she spoke to Vyvyan with a bragging expression.