Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Molitia turned her head, surprised by the sudden touch at her waist.

“Wife? Sister, are you married?”

“Well, yes, I am.”

“Umm… No, that can’t be true. My sister looks exactly like the fairy that I saw in the book. The fairy had said that she wasn’t getting married at all.”

“Young Master Robert, I don’t think it’s a good thing to deny what has been written down in the pledge.”

“What’s that?”

Raven then spoke in such a serious tone to that innocent, tilted head of a child.

“It means that she’s completely mine.”

“Raven!”

Her face flushed—thanks to him—and couldn’t say anything back to the child. Raven’s words made up the child’s impression as much as it had been possible then.

It had been a great shock to Robert, who had only met with those that gave him the upper hand. The child soon hugged Molitia with his small hands that exuded much greed.

“No, I don’t want to. Sister is mine.”

No matter what it looked like, Raven blatantly took another shot right at the child’s face.

“Young Master is far too young to have my wife.”

The child’s face, horrified by the word that stated he was too young, began to tear up. While squeezing Molitia’s skirt because of that speculative simulation, those big eyes of his were filled with tears. And Molitia, who was unable to see that any longer, finally voiced herself out.

“What in the world are you talking about? Don’t take the child’s words too seriously.”

Molitia reached out and lifted the child. The child’s crying began subsided when she had hugged him while patting him on the back.

The child’s fern-like hand then wrapped around Molitia’s neck. As he leaned against her shoulder as if to crush his soft cheeks, Molitia continued to pacify the child.

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes.”

The child nodded as he wiped away his tears with his small hand. The child’s body dug into her a little more as Molitia stroked his head in such a commendable manner.

The child didn’t forget to turn his head slightly to see Raven. Even though there were still some tears left in his eyes as they couldn’t be wiped yet, his smile was unneededly there.

As he had been in Molitia’s arms once, the child hadn’t known that he would have to go down after the meal was over. Perhaps she liked it herself, but the child was still stuck sitting on her lap while chatting away.

Would the weak Molitia actually be burdened—Raven secretly reached out his hand, but the child was as stubborn as a mule. There was also an occurrence where both the Marquis and his wife looked embarrassed as they turned their heads and rejected Raven.

However, the adult story was ultimately boring to a child. The child who was sitting on her lap while fiddling with his fingers suddenly raised his head.

“Sister, let’s go out and play.”

“No.”

This time, Raven was one step ahead of Molitia once again. The child’s cheeks pouted like a frog when Raven tried to interrupt himself in almost everything.

“I didn’t say it to you, uncle. I’m only asking my sister.”

“The wind is too strong , so you’ll catch a cold if you go out in this weather.”

“I don’t catch colds!”

“My wife is different. You should be careful since your temperature went up a little earlier.”

The child’s body immediately shrank at Raven’s fierce words.

“Sister, are you sick…?”

The child’s eyes fluttered as he looked with much worry. Molitia just couldn’t avoid the child’s desire that gazed at her with such moist eyes.

“No, it doesn’t really hurt anymore. And wouldn’t it be okay to play in front of you, then?”

“Wow!”

“…Whoa, then—we go together."

“You don’t have to come.”

“Robert, as sweet as you are to your sister, you should be sweet to her husband as well.”

“Well…”

The child dithered a little before stepping down from Molitia’s knee. He then stood in front of Raven with hesitant steps.

“I’m sorry, uncle.”

It turned out to be an honorific title, but the title of an uncle still remained the same. The silent scolding of Marquis Werner flew right in, but Robert exuded confidence.

“Is that enough, sister?”

He turned his head with a straight face and led Molitia’s hand. Molitia then moved after sharing what had truly happened with the others first.

And of course, Raven followed behind her naturally. A child running around with joy and a Ducal couple trailing behind. A heart-warming smile appeared on the faces of those people who had always been holding on to the notion of an ideal family.

For a while, people’s conversation was heated with the appearance of their beautiful and sharp yet still attractive looks.

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