Olivia had one reason for visiting the child who should be fast asleep this night.

Who is the one responsible for Sugar’s stamp?

Before facing Greta, she wanted to confirm that aspect.

Of course, there was no urgent need to come to Sugar in the middle of the night.

Olivia had time until she faced Greta again.

Just because she allowed Alhyun’s request didn’t mean Greta could come to see her whenever she pleased.

Greta had to come at the specified time to the specified place.

Even though she was a diplomat representing another country, she wasn’t nobler than the imperial aristocrats.

She couldn’t postpone the meeting without limits, but there was enough flexibility to check with Sugar during the perfectly fine daylight hours through Ambhe or Isaac.

However, Olivia was impatient.

Just thinking that she had to meet Greta again because Cryer ‘needed’ her made her stomach turn upside down, and…

That’s why the two of them moved to confirm whose choice Sugar’s stamp was.

They ran for a month, but when they were facing the child with slightly drooping eyes, they couldn’t bring themselves to speak.

Olivia, to make the tense Sugar a bit more comfortable, looked around for something to say, but something inconvenient came into her view.

“You were reading that diary.”

“Yes.”

Olivia hesitated to speak, but in the end, she couldn’t say not to look.

It was filled with quite unpleasant writings for a baby at her age, but it was too late to teach her nothing under the pretext of protection.

Still, because it bothered her, she forcibly added a word.

“Don’t pay attention to those crazy bastards’ words.”

“Yes?”

At the completely unprincess-like rough words, Sugar, with widened eyes, was about to ask, but Olivia’s gaze fell on the diary she was looking down at.

“Ah, those crazy bastards.”

Sugar nodded, calling her ancestors crazy bastards without hesitation.

It was definitely crazy bastards’ writing, even if a passing monkey saw it.

“Yeah. Just get the necessary information. No need to be immersed in that. It’s not necessary.”

At that moment, Olivia reached out and lightly ruffled Sugar’s hair.

Sugar, who received the touch that meant nothing, stiffened for a moment, but soon closed her eyes and answered with a small voice.

“Yes.”

It’s warm. The warmth conveyed from the slender finger that tangled her hair was so affectionate that Sugar felt like she might burst into tears.

Why does someone who has not been acquainted for long, even standing in a different position and having a different future seat, so easily find ‘family’ with someone else?

Because of the stamp, she couldn’t go out properly, and aside from her family, there were no people she met.

For Sugar, her parents and brother were family, friends, and ‘acquainted’ people.
In addition, his world was limited to his home and, very occasionally, a space where he could briefly ‘go out’ once or twice a year.

Then, after his parents passed away, the child’s family and world became even narrower.

And now.

Sugar’s world has expanded in a way incomparable to before.

Coming out from the small house into the sunlight, he stayed in the palace he had never dreamed of, and now he is in Tarenga.

However, the child’s family disappeared. Friends and people he knew all disappeared, evaporating as the trash that shared his blood disappeared.

Left alone without anyone by his side, the child had to choose his own life for the first time.

And at that moment…

“Now take a rest.”

A comforting touch appeared on his head.

“Let’s live together!”

Someone who willingly reached out to hold him appeared.

Facing the approaching hands, Sugar didn’t know what to do.

His heart tightened, his chest tingled, and the sweetness in his mouth felt like he had filled it with melting candy.

Sugar was as clever as Olivia admired, but he was just a child with no worldly experience.

Therefore, he couldn’t just let the overwhelming emotions pass, nor could he bury them, nor could he accept them.

Bow his head deeply, hold back tears, or, to be precise, hold back the emotions that heated up his insides.

Feeling the child’s expression, Olivia, without saying anything, continued to pat his head.

Cryer, who was watching closely as Olivia and Sugar, much smaller than her, huddled together, swallowed a sigh.

“I shouldn’t have said that you’re jealous of a kid like Isaac.”

Olivia and Sugar. There was nothing that he would be upset about in their relationship, but the fact that she was just receiving her touch was making his insides bubble slightly.

Love makes people foolish.

Recalling a phrase written in a Bolshevik history book he read sometime, he wiped his face with one hand.

And even though he knew he had become a fool, he couldn’t escape.

Rather, deep inside him, thick things were churning and pushing him to only look at Olivia, listen to her, and become a celestial being for her.

“A kid, a kid.”

He suppressed several times the vast sincerity that could tear his chest apart.

It was a very small murmur, but since she was so close, Olivia turned her gaze toward him.