Even Though I'm a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an

A touch of armor sleeves. A special enemy attack. Shirley comes in the way of an athletic event… it's actually just part of an ecological activity… eradicating it from one end, widening the Alliance's vault, and then returning to Villa Taole. Sophie and Tio are back from school.

…………

However, Sophie sees it as a grumpy, mushy swell.

Shirley is bewildered by her daughter, who swells her white and soft cheeks like she wants to poke her by accident.

"... Sophie, what the hell is wrong with you? I always did when I went to school in the morning..."

"Mm-hmm. Actually..."

Tio tells Shirley what happened at school...... once again that Marco stuck him or that he suddenly applied for a battle.

"I see... is that what happened? So, in the end, you got that battle and that hit with a buying word for a selling word, right?

"Usually if Marco says something to me, I'll just flush it out a little more appropriately."

"Uh-oh... that's..."

For now, in order to forgive Sophie for her grumpy mood, she tried to make her sit at the table in the corner of the dining room, which was transformed into a half-priority seat she used all the time. However, she regretted that she was told all she wanted to say, Sophie sat on Shirley's lap and grabbed her clothes as she rubbed her head against her mother's rich chest so as to hit her with depression.

"Oh boy... you have no choice"

Shirley gently strokes her head as she hugs Sophie in a sigh mix. From the side, she's a mother who can afford and be inclusive, but there's actually no one on this scene, happy or unhappy, who realizes that she has a rather loose grin in her heart.

"I get it for now. Finally, when there's a competition Sophie wants out of, Marco boy comes to interrupt it. Is that what you're saying?

"Yeah! I always do when I Marco! You always complain about what I do! I'm telling you, whenever I see you, you say gray hair, and you must hate me."

"…………… I wonder what that is"

Tio tilts his neck at his sister's view.

I'm pretty sure Marco doesn't like Sophie. His personality is tyrannical because of his young age, and there is no denying the possibility that he has been there for no particular reason.

But that's not all. Tio felt that he was in an objective position. But a totally infidel sister or a mother obsessed with comforting her child doesn't realize Tio's doubts.

"... I thought during a previous class visit, was that Marco boy still a caution?"

"Mother?"

Something's wrong with my mother. At the same time that Tio, who noticed the incident, slowly opened his lid as Shirley closed her eyes as she conceived.

"I see… you deserve to die."

There are parts of the target that can be seen as significant because of their children, but they are supposed to be executed as Shirley by simply calling their daughters as a disdain for an old woman.

Besides, it's not something that I can really overlook, such as hitting Sophie hard from day to day. Those who curse their daughters are executed 10,000 times without a leak.

"It's okay, Sophie. You have nothing to worry about."

Shirley smiles like a Virgin Mary. But in my mind, my bowels are boiling back.

"For now, Marco boy, I'll do something about it. If you hang him upside down and fly slowly through a horde of weird birds, the tyranny will surely transform him too."

"You've stepped into too many children's fights."

What a noisy thing to whine about Shirley's head, Martha brought in by Tio slaps him gently with a flat hand.

"I'm not even joking about that."

"? I'm not kidding?

"Even if they say it out with such pure eyes...... Anyway, don't interrupt children's quarrels so badly. If you're going to do it, sue the other parent."

Martha advises Shirley, sighing and turning her gaze to Tio, who is next door, floating a question mark with pure eyes without interruption.

"You noticed this kid started saying stupid things a lot, Tio. You really could have done it if you left me alone. It's great."

"Mm-hmm. Your mother sometimes says funny things, so if you want to stop, think Martha's the best."

"Ti, tio!? Don't you think maybe you're a freak or something about me... Huh?

"Uh... I might have some idea. Mommy suddenly starts to do things that don't have a clap."

"SO, even Sophie............!?

"Ha-ha-ha! You can tell me all you want! If I punish you for this, I'll restrain myself a little."

"I can't believe my daughter thought of me like that... I can't live anymore," she stumbled onto her desk, laughing at Shirley, saying that everything was going on. Martha caressed Tio's head roughly when she was ten years old.

"Martha, my head shakes"

"Whoa, I'm sorry. Didn't you like it?

Tio told Martha as he stared up, gently fixing the soft habitual hair that had become a little bossy with his hands.

"... yeah. It's not that I don't like it."

I also like Shirley's hand, which gently strokes me to tangle my hair with thin and supple hands, but I don't like being stroked hard with warm hands, rough and big at work like Martha did.

Others wouldn't think so, except for Martha or her pawn owner. That was also proof that Tio missed them both.

"Come on, if you're back, wash your hands. Today I tried to bake a baked sweet called Madeleine, which Canary told me to do, so wash your hands and leave your bag and come back."

"Really!? Let's go, Tio!

"Mm."

Even if I'm usually a big boy or overheard, I'm feeling weak or childish when it comes to snacks. Looking at those two backs in a strange way, Shirley looked at them with resentful eyes somewhere.

"A bunch of somewhat motherly things to say and do...... So, Martha, aren't you willing to take the seat of two mothers from me............!?

"How stupid are you talking about? Who else do you think Sophie and Tio's mother is supposed to be?

Shirley has been mentally unstable for a long time today. Martha affirms as she looks at the mother of a peculiar psychopath, the semiimmortal (Immortal), whose physical age has stopped.

According to Canary, Shirley is even more special among the semiimmortals (Immortals).

Even though he originally degenerated his vengeance as food, he has even stopped vengeance, which was a cut away from becoming semiimmortal (immortal), even though he was repainted with a single mother and spirit.

"In the first place, I think it's like a mother's privilege to prepare sweets even when their daughters are back from school or playing with friends...................... So, if you like the two of them, can you tell me how to make them next time too?... new baked confectionery"

The result is this various unfortunate and smiling mother. If you ask me if that's a good thing or a bad thing... I guess it's still a good thing.

"…… it's been over ten years since you started living in this inn."

"What is it, a stick to a stick?"

"No, I suddenly miss you. You and those kids haven't changed since then."

Martha also remembers her three former mothers and daughters.

Regardless of Sophie and Tio, who were still infants at the time, when it came to Shirley's face, there was always a wrinkle between her eyebrows, which was already terrible.

You wouldn't be able to imagine it from the way it is now, but at the time Shirley distorted her beautiful face (the basket) with strong distrust and vigilance, intimidating all those who approached her, but still the two babies held with both hands did not let go of whatever happened and did not even try to leave the side.

He looks like a fresh-born carnivore child, his mother-in-law. That is the Shirley impression Martha had at the time.

When I ask the Canaries who brought me to this Villa Taole, I fear above all that they will be harmed by the symbol of happiness that the other man has treacherously betrayed me so badly that I finally have at his disposal. Hearing that, Martha was satisfied with Cheng Cheng and how Shirley was doing.

Even in the beginning, Martha tried to help Shirley, who was struggling to raise her child with good intentions many times, but if she came close, she would be intimidated, and if she wanted to touch Sophie and Tio, she would start pulling out her sword. He was showing me exactly how many words and deeds the mental monster deserved.

"Well, even then, my little girl, who didn't even know the letter of her parenting child, peeked through the wall there and started asking me for help, freaking out oddly!

"Oh, please don't say that............"

At that time, he was only finally bonded because he had reached out to Martha with impunity no matter how hard she paid off her hands. Shirley blushed as she remembered the time.

"Thanks to the lack of blood connections, I'm totally in the mood for grandchildren and daughters. I still don't have my first grandson."

"…… that must be…………"

Say it, Shirley packs the words.

"Hmm? Did I say something?

"Ah....... No, nothing."

"Oh, my God, you have a bad tooth cut."

Turning away from the strange Martha, Shirley shrugged only in her mind.

(I'm sure that's because... I also have a vision of my mother in your figure and my daughters are seeing my grandmother in you again)

Of course, there's no blood connection whatsoever with Martha. My three mothers and daughters are going to be dealing with each other based on that.

But Shirley, who was cut off from within and virtually celestial loneliness, and her daughters, Sophie and Tio, may be looking somewhere in their hearts for the role of mother, grandmother, to Martha of a warm personality.

(Think about it, you got help from that couple as a replacement for their grandparents even if their father wasn't there)

If nothing had happened, would Alberto have loved Tio and Sophie as his father, Philia as his aunt, and the former Emperor and his wife as his grandparents?

I shook my head and shook off the assumption that I could not imagine now.

(That's why for us mothers and daughters you are………)

The rest of it is hard to say, but Shirley still sees through Martha what she wanted most when she was a child, her ideal real mother.