The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today

‘'He said he wanted to name his son something that looked strong.'

Later I found out that Alex had a slight complex in his name.

Didn’t he say that he was dissatisfied with the friendly and familiar feeling of the name, that a neighbourhood would have at least one person with that name?

‘For sure……'

In this world, Alex is a simple name that one wouldn’t contemplate too much to give as a name.

Anyway, as if he was fulfilling his wish, he named his son “Vasilis” a tough and unique name. Alex was very happy.

‘That was until last year.’

Unfortunately, his joy stopped last year.

Last year, when Ollie was four years old.

By then, he had officially introduced Vasilis, who was three years old, to Ollie, and Ollie who repeated Vasilis's name several times, changed it to her own way as if she was annoying because it’s too difficult to call.

‘Val.' (T/N: 바실리스 Vasilis shorten to 발 Val which also means foot XD)

…….is what she called him with.

And since that day, Ollie's nickname for Vasilis, “Val”  (foot), which Ollie built on the spot, has become sensational in the mansion.

The biggest reason for that was that it was also a cute nickname.

‘It’s really cute.'

Val (foot), the more you call it, the cuter it is.

That's why I'm calling Vasilis as Val (foot).

As such, Alex was the only one in the duke to call Vasilis simply with Vasilis.

Or Bessie, who felt sorry for her lonely husband who couldn't give up alone, once again referred to her son as Vasilis.

Poor Alex, but cuteness is inevitably superior to toughness.

I emptied the remaining juice from the cup thinking about the reason.

“Val (foot) really is the one who made this?”

“I guess he chose the exact ingredients… I guess he was snooping around in the kitchen and got interested when he saw someone else doing it.”

“Oh ho.”

“He follows the chef’s way to choose the vegetable and fruits and squeezed it on his own.”

“The result is this juice?”

“That's right.”

I looked down at the empty cup with curious eyes.

Vasilis is now four years old.

What a sense to a 4-year-old child. It's unusual.

“It tastes pretty good, doesn't it? I was surprised when I tasted it. It's a shame he doesn't remember what he put in, but…….”

Yes, really. Such a shame.

It was then when I nodded seriously at Bessie's laugh words.

“Mother!”

Ollie ran toward us, maybe after she finished her game.

I skillfully embraced Ollie with open arms.

“Is the game over?”

“No.”

Ollie turned her head. Two knights were sitting down, gasping for breath.

“They’re too slow and weak. I decided to take a break.”

“Aha.”

I looked at Ollie, ignoring the blackness of the faces of the two knights.

Ollie's clean silver hair shone brightly in the sun.

I looked into Ollie's clear, transparent amber eyes and opened my mouth. I've been curious for a long time.

“Ollie, why are you calling me mother?”

“……?”

“You call your father with dad, but why don’t you call this mother with mom?”

You can say it's childish. However, it was an internal complaint.

She always calls Ash with dad!

She only called me mom when she started babbling, but it drastically changed to mother as she’s growing.

The sense of loss at that time was really… You won't know unless you experience it yourself.

Sobbing T_T

Ollie took my question and peeped around.

Then she approached me as if she was telling me a secret and whispered in my ear.

“Actually, Dad, he’s a little hard to get along with.”

“……huh?”

What are you talking about? Not the other way around?

Ollie continued to speak with a small voice.

“Because dad only cares about mom.”

“……..”

“All he knows is mom. Dad is like that.”

“Thas……”

I was embarrassed, so I stopped for a while and quickly continued.

“No way, Ollie, no. Daddy loves Ollie so much.”

“I know that. Dad loves me.”

“Then……….”

“But Dad loves Mom this much more than he loves me.”

Ollie opened all her ten fingers wide.

There was nothing to say for a moment.

Ollie folded her fingers and smiled like a child and hung her arms around my neck.

“But I like that kind of dad. Dad used to say in his book that he should love mom the most in the world.”

“…..what book?”

“Such a book.”

I tore off Ollie's cute features.

Should I be proud of Ollie finding and reading books already? There are no small picture books for children in this world.

I immediately kissed Ollie's rosy cheeks. It was soft and plumpy.

It really looks like a glutinous sticky rice cake. It's a shame I can't relate to it even if I say it because it does not exist here.

“So, Ollie, you're calling Dad with Dad because Dad is less close?”

Nodding.

“So you don’t want to call Dad with Father because it would become much less close?”

Nodding again.

“That’s why Ollie gave up calling Mother with mom? Because Ollie is more friendly with mom.”

She nods again this time.

“Whew.”

I hugged Ollie tightly.

There is nothing I can do. I'll let her go. She calls Ash with dad because they’re less close than me and Ollie.

Whether Ollie calls me Mom or Mother, Ollie is always fatally cute.

I put my cheek on Ollie's white-soft cheeks and rubbed it wildly.

Come to think of it, when I was young, I didn't understand why my parents would grab me and rub my face this way……..

‘I especially hated it when my dad did. I'm irritated by his beard.'

But now that I'm a mother, I know. This behaviour is surprisingly soothing to the mind.

I'm telling you, it's like magic.

When I was holding onto Ollie, there was a sudden shade above my head.

“Daddy!”

Ollie, who raised her head, soon escaped from my arms with a colourful face.

I looked up as I saw the glutinous rice cake that jumped off to the bench immediately ran to Ash and hugged him.

Ollie!

You said you weren't close!

No, it's not that they're not close. She said they're less close, but anyway.

I didn't expect to be abandoned in such an instant.

Is it because I rub her cheek?

While I was sullen with a sense of loss and betrayal, Ash, who hugged Ollie, gave me a look.

“What were you doing?”

“……I was playing with Ollie until you showed up and took her away.”

Ash, who smiled low at the awkward answer, asked Ollie.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, But now Daddy is here, so I'm going to play and hang out with Daddy.”

“Really?”

“But Daddy would want to play and hang out with Mother, right?”

“That…….”

Ash paused for a moment as if he had lost his words in a surprise attack.

Ollie smiled knowingly.

“It's alright. Daddy can play with me later. There are people I need to finish playing with anyway.”

Then Ollie jumped out of Ash's arms.

The two knights, who were resting looking nervously on one side, quickly turned blue.

I looked up at Ash as I looked away from her small, quick body moving away fast.

“Ash.”

“……yes.”

“How's Ollie?”

Ash looked down at me. Eyes met and a weak answer flowed out unexpectedly.

“……it's hard.”

‘But Ollie says you’re hard too.'

I swallowed the words and brought up another one instead.

“You still love her, don't you?”

“Yeah.”

“And you love me ten times as much?”

Ash opened and closed his eyelids.

“Who said that?”

“If you know who said that, what are you going to do?”

“To complement her, it's so accurate.”

Ash leaned over the back of the bench. Our lips touched as if they were falling and fell quickly.

I opened my mouth while touching my lips.

“Are you kidding me? Come here now.…….”

……I was going to tell him to come back and do it right again, but I realized.

Where are we?

“Khhmm.”

We’re outside now, and it’s not only Ash and me here.

Unfortunately.

Ash whispered to me, who vaguely pretended to be calm and equivocal with a cough.

“Shall we go in?”

Uh-huh. Such a temptation?

“No, I'm talking about Ollie……”

I have a duty to watch, Ollie shouted from afar as soon as I tried to firmly say.

“Mother, Dad! Don't worry about me, I'll play a little more!”

“……..”

“And can't you guys run a little faster?”

“Miss!”

“It’s my best. Gasp. Please have mercy……!”

I was worried.

Did Ollie just hear our conversation from such a distance and shout like that?

“Ollie says so.”

“Ash.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember when you were that age? Have you ever heard a voice like this in this kind of distance?”

“Well.”

Ash answered vaguely and hugged me from the bench.

“Let’s get in then I’ll tell you.”

“……!”

At that time, my eyes met Bessie’s, who was quietly keeping quiet at her seat. Bessie said with a smile.

“Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on Olly.”

“Bessie.”

I called Bessie in a bewildered voice, but Ash had already hugged me and turned around.

“…….”

……oh, I really.

There is nothing I can do. It's just that I can't help it.

I was in Ash's arms and pulled my arm around his neck.

***

“Who is it you said?”

The maid who delivered the words to my question opened her mouth again.

“He said it was the Duke of Irdan Magzier from the Kingdom of Viroz…….”