Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

Lucia and I stood in front of Freya’s door hand in hand. Voice soft, she said, “Don’t be too harsh, Your Highness. Don’t be too upset with her when she loves you. She must be regretting it and very afraid right now. She’s your sister, Your Highness. Be a little gentle with her.”

I smiled and kissed Lucia’s head. With a smile, I responded, “Have you acknowledged her as my sister? You sure are nice to her. I thought you’d be very angry with what she did.”

“We slept together, after all.”

Lucia wore an innocent expression. My face froze. Honestly, I didn’t understand the elves way of sorting out problems. The same went for Mommy Vyvyan. She once told me she became friends with Elizabeth back then, because they slept together. Lucia started caring for Freya after sleeping with her once, too.

“Why do elves use being able to sleep together or not as criteria for determining whether they’re friends or not?’ Did you two really just sleep? You sure you didn’t do anything else…?” I pondered.

I always felt that my dad and I got cucked whenever Mommy Vyvyan and Mommy Elizabeth slept together. Elizabeth and Vyvyan sleeping together sounds as though it’d be censored. Is that what they call “fun without pregnancy?”

I gently knocked on the door then pushed it open. The windows weren’t open and neither were the curtains. It was pitch black despite being bright and still day time. The candles didn’t appear as if they’d been switched out in a long time, because they were all burnt dry and resembled a dry teardrop, frozen on the candlestick.

There was a small silhouette curled up on the bed. Lucia grabbed my cloak and looked at me with a serious look. I nodded then went over and sat on the bed. I gave Freya, who was inside the blanket, a few gentle pats. With a smile, I said, “Freya, what’s wrong? You didn’t even come to welcome me when I returned. What’s wrong? You don’t like your brother anymore? I should, indeed, have told you when I’d be back. Sorry, I made you worry, Freya.”

Freya curled up underneath her blanket and let out soft sobs. Lucia sat to one side and gave me encouragement using her gaze. I gently dipped my hand into the blanket and a pair of hands grabbed it. Freya seemed to still be unwilling to see me. I looked inside the blanket and suddenly felt something odd with her hand…