If her daughter were an ordinary aristocrat, Milene could have passed on all her connections. She could have taught her how to see people, imparting political sense.

But her daughter is not ordinary. There was nothing as absurd as a child born in pain being called a philosopher. Having lived through such a turbulent and eventful life, Milene thought she had experienced all the ups and downs of life. Yet, even now, she was surprised by Loo.

“I like following Mom around.”

Loo smiled, but Milene shook her head. She stared at her daughter for a while, then put down the knife and invitations, wiping her daughter’s face with warm and soft hands.

“A philosopher should be different. You have to avoid people and become a presence that cannot be easily encountered.”

Saying so, her mother looked very embarrassed, so Loo deliberately laughed.

“Oh, I’m still a prospective philosopher, and I have a mountain of things to learn, so don’t worry about that.”
“Mom, I wish you wouldn’t do anything like that and just enjoy what Mom passes down to you.”

That young child suffered without parents for a long time, and now here, she’s ultimately shouldering the responsibility of a philosopher. Milene couldn’t sleep well hearing that her daughter, who has become cursed due to being attached to Carlos because she is special, is now playing and enjoying herself.

“I’m just playing right now…?”

Loo, taking a cookie from the cookie jar she was cuddling, mumbled while munching.

Since the incident with Delgau and coming back, the only time Loo felt physically exhausted was the last two days spent in Turington with Hayden. After that, she had been lying around doing nothing for days. It seemed excessively okay.

“I hope you won’t have such burdens throughout your life.”

“I’m tough, so it’s good, waaaaah.”

As her mom grabbed her cheek and pulled it, Loo screamed weirdly, dragged along.

“Mom, ow, ow, it hurts, help, my lord!”

While whining and putting down the cookie jar, raising both hands and collecting them, Vinnie Milene, with a sigh, put Loo’s cheek down, saying, “Phew,” while rubbing her daughter’s cheek with her warm and soft hand.

“Ouch, it hurts. See, my memory wasn’t wrong. Mom’s hand is the hottest.”

“It hurts. Loo complained, rubbing her cheek.

“Your dad and I can’t sleep because we’re worried about you, and you’re happy because you’re tough? Oh, how did you not grow up at all?”

“Oh, why worry? If our daughter can handle monsters to the point of slaying them, that’s enough. Right, my lord? You should think about the benefits of having a philosopher daughter. Right?”

Milene, who spoke with a tone as if saying, “What’s the big deal?” while tapping her cheek, smacked Loo’s back.

“Ouch!”

“Do you want to sell your daughter? Don’t go somewhere and get into trouble again since you’re not asking for anything like that!”

“Oh, it hurts, Mom.”

With a crying sound, as she leaned closer to her mother and complained, Mom, despite nagging, eventually hugged her daughter tightly. Loo laughed like a child.

“Ah, this is why being a philosopher is tough. Just stay at home.”

“But that’s not so difficult.”

“It’s not like that at all. So Delgau and Carlos are keeping an eye on you, right? Ugh, how did you not grow up at all?”

“Oh, aren’t you worrying too much? The Majesty and Lord Melphior are protecting me. Mom and Dad are here too. Delgau has been caught. I don’t have anything to do. Absolutely nothing. I’m just playing.”

With a playful demeanor, hugging her mother like an iron-free child, Loo shook her hands flappily. It was necessary to show her mother that such things were nothing at all. There was no burden for Loo, and it wasn’t a big deal.

“Well, after experiencing so much, I probably can handle anything. Don’t worry too much.”

Seeing Loo shrugging her shoulders, Milene, smiling wryly, bowed her head.

“Yeah. Maybe your dad and I worry too much. It’s because there’s not much we can do for you.”
“Oh, what kind of talk is this again? Being a viscountess is great. It’s the best not to worry about money.”

“Yeah. It would be nice to live just like that.”

They hoped to inherit the property their parents worked hard for and fully compensated for the time they suffered without parents.

They wished their child would do whatever she wanted under the parents’ care, without doing anything. However, the daughter’s ‘desired work’ or ‘necessary work’ was in an area beyond the reach of her parents.

“So, is there anywhere you want to go?”

Milene pointed to the stack of invitations with her chin.

“I’ll go wherever Mom tells me to go.”

There was no place of interest or anyone she knew in particular. The only person she knew in the social circle was Cedric Lambert.

“Mom, Cedric Lambert said it’s okay to marry me.”

“What? When did you meet him?”

“He came briefly after catching Delgau.”

“Why are you telling me now?”

“I forgot. He’s not that important to me. Is he important to Mom?”

Milene, who looked at her daughter with a face that said there were too many things to say, answered after a long time.

“No. But what did he say?”