Isn’t the wannabe Villain too cute?

[Sophia Wright POV:]

(A/N: - Austin's mother)

Being a biased mother was never in my plan since I learned what the terms marriage and children meant.

I come from a high noble family where we get educated about everything related to the man we would be marrying, or how we should raise our child.

When I got betrothed to my husband, Vincent Wright, I vowed to do my all to support this man in whichever means I could and do my best to raise our child to become a responsible pillar of the Count family.

Despite being less expressive about his feelings, I know Vincent loves me dearly, which fulfilled my life.

Within a year, the fruit of our love resulted in a baby, making our already happy life even more joyful. It might be one of the most touching moments when I felt my baby inside me.

Fortunately, without any massive trouble in our life, nine months passed and I delivered our firstborn. It was really a memorable day for Vincent and me as we saw the little baby lying cozily in his father's embrace.

Our little Austin.

But even before I could have adequately held my child for the first time in my arms, a prophecy was bestowed that snatched our happiness at once.

I still couldn't remember the accurate words, but the voice told: one day, this child would become the entity who would stand alone from all—the one who would accept the world as his enemy.

I was devasted to the very end of my soul. It felt like the perfect picture I had imagined was tainted.

We didn't lose hope there and called for the pope from the capital. From what he said, it seemed Austin indeed had a dark future that would lead him to complete solitary.

We jumped from Saint to fortune tellers, but the conclusion was the same. Austin was a cursed child.

When I felt that every route was getting blocked, Vincent proposed an idea that I still couldn't believe I had heard from him.

'Shouldn't we just get rid of the future threat until we have the time... '

I still remember that day when the man I thought to be the kindest person out there said such cruel words, which made my heart shatter into pieces.

We had a huge argument that day, but I somehow convinced Vincent that no matter how much of a monster he thought of my Austin, he still was our child.

I suggested that we would treat him indifferently, so he could naturally leave the name of Wright. It was a tough decision for me, but getting my child slaughtered would be the last thing I wanted.

That little thing hadn't even opened his eyes, and here his own father was about to put an end to him. That day, I first time regretted my marriage to Vincent.

Soon Vincent decided to have another child since it would help to carry the liege without having the chance to let Austin get involved in throne succession.

I accepted all of it. I just wanted my little Austin to live.

Even I could never tell my son how much his mother cares for him. Even I could never embrace my child and give him the warmth he deserves. Even though I could never enjoy his achievement or share his grief, it was okay.

Until Austin lived, I was ready to accept anything.

I gave him my family's heirloom in the name of a parting gift; even Vincent didn't want me to meet Austin. But how could I have restricted myself?

I knew Austin might lose his life in the fight with Captain Charles, so my meeting with him became even more necessary.

No one knew about the moonstone I gave Austin since it would have created an unwanted hassle.

The image of Austin's hopeful eyes before the battle is still vivid in my memory. Even though he has grown up all noble and handsome, I still saw that little Austin in him, who used to crawl all around the house at the age of only seven months.

That day, I cried over and over again after returning mansion. I was glad and proud that Austin not only survived the battle but also gave almost defeat to Captain Charles.

But that feeling of pride wasn't able to suppress the grief I felt after seeing that expectant gaze my son directed at me. His beautiful eyes, which held the wish to talk to me even for an extra second, made my heart clench.

I am his mother, for God's Sake!!

Yet... I... I...

"Madame? What happened?!"

"Ah..."

Suddenly I heard the call of my maid as she moved toward me before wiping my cheeks with a soft cloth.

It seemed I still wasn't able to suppress my emotions completely.

"My lady, are you missing Master Austin?"

My handmaid, Sufi, who came from my old house, knows everything about the things I have gone through. Other than my assistance, she serves me as a true friend too.

She is the only person who calls Austin in such a respectful manner since she also has seen how unfortunate that child's life has been.

"Well, even though I wear the facade of an uncaring woman, this heart still seeks the child who called me Mama for the first time."

A smile curved on my lips as I remembered the day Austin spoke for the first time when he was only a year old.

Such a brilliant child.

"Ah, my lady...that letter?"

Looking at the desk, I realized that I subconsciously had sent the letter while I reminisced about Austin.

A look of horror spread like a sheet as I thought, what could I have written on that letter?

'I hope I didn't mention something shameless.....'

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"What is it written inside, Austin?"

With a perplexed gaze, Luna asked as she tried to peek into the letter that Austin received some seconds ago from his mother.

But before she could have caught a glimpse, Austin folded the paper back as he looked at the two with a delightful smile, much to Luna's curiosity.

"What happened, Nii-sama?"

Even Saya had a little idea about Austin's parents in this life; she could see how happy her brother was after receiving the letter, which made her smile too.

After a slight pause, he spoke in a cheery tone.

"I might be gone for some days."

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A/N: - Some drama. Some tears. Some relevance. Let's see where this goes~