The Wolf Lord is Enduring (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
Irina confirmed the arrival of the servants who had returned from the shopping district and headed toward Michaela.
“My Lady.”
“Come in.”
The heavy door opened softly, and Irina approached Michaela with silent steps.
“My Lady, the beautician is expected to arrive shortly, and the clothes and shoes have arrived. However, we couldn’t find anything that fits perfectly. In Abellon, even commoners have their clothes and shoes custom-made.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“It’s a place known for its abundance of highly skilled artisans. Shall I pass along the message?”
“We can’t keep having her wear that outfit from earlier, so go ahead with what you have for now.”
“I apologize for not securing something suitable.”
Irina bowed respectfully.
She seemed slightly wounded in her pride, having failed to handle the matter perfectly.
“There’s no need for that. Her frame is far too slender, and her feet are unusually small. It simply couldn’t be helped.”
Michaela brushed it off lightly, raising her eyebrows. Irina gave her a grateful glance, silently thanking her for her understanding.
“Summon the designers in advance. The sooner they start, the sooner we’ll have clothes and shoes tailored to fit the child.”
“Yes, I’ll see to it immediately. But may I ask—do you expect El to stay here permanently?”
“I’d certainly like that.”
“If it is your wish, My Lady, it shall be so. Then, what shall we do about El’s room? We can’t keep her in the guest chamber indefinitely, can we?”
Irina smiled gently, casually treating El’s residence in the ducal manor as an established fact.
Amused by her housekeeper’s audacity, Michaela chuckled pleasantly before falling into brief thought.
Michaela stared blankly at the thick book she’d brought from the library, then rolled a small glass vial between her fingers.
“Place her on the same floor as Raphelian.”
“Are you certain that’s acceptable?”
Taken aback by the unexpected order, Irina asked with evident puzzlement.
The Mosteros ducal manor was divided into left and right wings, with the right wing reserved exclusively for Raphelian.
Among the Mosteros family—already known for their sensitive dispositions—Raphelian’s senses were exceptionally acute.
Knowing this, it was only natural for the housekeeper to be bewildered at the suggestion of placing a strange human child on the same floor as Raphelian.
“It’ll be fine.”
Michaela replied, brushing her palm across the timeworn, aged book.
“Then I shall prepare everything as you instructed. However, My Lady…”
“Yes?”
Michaela, who had been pushing the book and glass vial into a drawer, turned to look at Irina, who had begun speaking cautiously.
“If I may be so bold—have you reached a decision regarding the adoption matter?”
“What do you think the conclusion might be?”
Instead of answering directly, Michaela returned the question.
“The Mosteros ducal house has always repaid kindness many times over, and given that the Young Master is the type who, once decided, sees things through to the end—I suspect adoption is likely. Especially since the one whose life we owe has also suffered grievous wounds.”
“That’s not an unreasonable assumption.”
From Michaela’s lukewarm response, Irina instantly discerned the outcome of the matter.
“So you’ve decided against adoption, then.”
Michaela gave a soft laugh and nodded.
“I simply sense that something regrettable might happen. And I’d like to prevent that.”
“Regrettable, you say…?”
“It’s still a secret.”
Michaela raised her index finger to her lips, curling the corners of her mouth into a smile.
Irina had assumed Michaela must have had a rather difficult conversation with Raphelian and expected her to be in a foul mood—but to her surprise, Michaela’s expression appeared cheerful.
Irina ventured cautiously.
“You seem to be in a good mood.”
“What’s there to be upset about? If anything, I’m excited.”
Irina tilted her head in confusion.
Michaela’s smile widened further as she continued.
“Raphelian is showing interest in someone outside our circle. Of all of us, Raphelian holds the strongest sense of belonging to his own group and is usually indifferent—more than necessary—to anyone beyond his boundaries.”
“That tendency is certainly strong in him.”
“I should count myself fortunate that I’m his sister. Just look at how he’s behaving toward El.”
“I assumed it was merely out of a sense of duty.”
“It’s gone beyond mere duty.”
Michaela fell silent for a moment, recalling her earlier conversation with Raphelian, then resumed speaking.
“Regardless, Raphelian—who is so rational and typically aloof toward others—is doing things he’s never done before. Of course it’s entertaining. And…”
‘I don’t yet know how their relationship will develop, but I’m eager to see how El might change Raphelian. That’s precisely why adoption mustn’t happen. If they become siblings, it could lead to troublesome complications later.’
Michaela trailed off, beaming brightly with evident delight.
Irina took an involuntary step backward, thinking her mistress’s smile was both stunningly beautiful and slightly unnerving.
Noticing the housekeeper’s reaction, Michaela shot her a playful glance.
Irina flinched awkwardly, offered an embarrassed smile, and quickly stepped forward again to reclaim the distance she’d just retreated.
Finding Irina’s cautious expression both amusing and endearing, Michaela decided to let it pass—for now.
Realizing Michaela’s intent, Irina offered a small grateful smile—then suddenly slapped her palm against her forehead as a thought struck her.
“Oh! This is terrible!”
“What is?”
“Master Briel and Master Riello will be dreadfully disappointed. They’re already convinced they’ll be getting a younger sister and are quite excited about it.”
“Oh dear—I completely forgot…”
Michaela squeezed her eyes shut.
She regretted not having taken El elsewhere before Raphelian brought up the topic of adoption.
“Even if adoption were to happen, calling her their younger sister would be a bit odd… The Young Master is around eighteen in human years—only a year older than the child.”
“True. The twins are seventy-five this year. Even if we’re generous, that’s roughly fifteen in human terms.”
“Should I correct their misunderstanding before their expectations grow any further?”
Irina’s lips curved with an expression of discomfort.
Michaela didn’t answer immediately, deep in thought.
‘Even if El doesn’t end up with Raphelian, she’ll need abundant affection to heal her heart. And for that, it’s better for her to be treated as someone younger rather than older.’
In Michaela’s judgment, even if El stayed with them only briefly, it would be better for her to be regarded as the youngest.
After all, wasn’t the youngest always showered with love wherever they went?
Thus, though adoption wouldn’t happen, it would be better for the twins to believe El was younger than them—it would make it easier to lavish affection upon her.
“I’ll handle the adoption matter myself. But I think it best if the twins continue believing El is younger than them—so pretend you know nothing about it.”
As she finished speaking, Michaela gave a sly, somewhat sinister smile.
Perhaps she was thinking:
‘If that child receives all that affection, she might start craving a different kind of love altogether.’
Seeing Michaela’s unsettling smile, Irina felt a chill run down her spine—but she deliberately averted her gaze slightly, pretending not to notice anything amiss.
“Yes, I’ll do as you say.”
“Oh, and about how to address El…”
“Oh, yes?”
“Have everyone refer to her uniformly as ‘Miss.’ Inform the staff in advance that she is the Mosteros ducal house’s benefactor and must be treated with the utmost respect.”
“Yes.”
“Make sure to strictly supervise the staff so no one, blinded by foolish ambition, tries to climb above their station.”
“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“That’s all for now… Ah, look into that bakery as well. You may go.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Irina bowed deeply, accepted her final instruction, and stepped outside—thinking to herself:
‘Somehow, I feel like My Lady is plotting something rather significant…’
El fell fast asleep, having eaten a high-quality meal unlike any she’d ever experienced and taken medicine—leaving her no time to even gather her thoughts.
The painkiller had taken effect well, significantly easing the persistent ache that had clung to her, allowing her to drift off peacefully.
Unfortunately, El’s nap didn’t last long.
“Adoption? Does that even make sense? Do you really think this is reasonable?”
“What doesn’t?”
One of the maids who had brought clothes for El grumbled discontentedly. Jane, another maid who was opening the wardrobe to organize the garments, replied bluntly.
El stirred at the sound of voices and gently opened her eyes.
Unaware that El had awakened, the maid spoke again in a sharp, resentful tone.
“A pickpocket like her, brazenly occupying a guest room and even assigned a personal maid—now adoption? Ha! That’s laughable.”
“Well, she is the Young Master’s benefactor.”
El couldn’t bring herself to reveal she was awake; she clutched the blanket tightly and closed her eyes again.
Even breathing felt like it needed to be done cautiously.
The maid handled the clothes as if she couldn’t bear to touch anything meant for a child of such dubious origins.
Brimming with resentment, she loitered idly, sneering.
“That might have been intentional too.”
“The Young Master went out secretly—how could she have planned it?”
“How should I know? Besides, I’ve contributed more to this household than she ever has.”
Jane, who had been sorting through the considerable variety of garments, shook her head in disbelief.
“You’re paid accordingly for it. Go work at another house—do you think you’d get treatment like this elsewhere? Three days off a week and double the usual wages?”
Jane hung the sorted clothes on hangers and nudged her idle colleague to get to work.
The previously idle maid picked up a garment half-heartedly and kept grumbling toward El’s bed.
“Hmph! So what? An untrustworthy child might be getting better treatment than us! Ugh, how infuriating.”
“If you keep that nasty attitude, you’ll be punished.”
“I only want to earn my wages serving the masters. Why should I have to wait on some random child? I don’t like it.”
“It’s not even your assignment—why are you so worked up? You only helped carry the clothes once.”
“I’m just in a bad mood. Aren’t the masters being too careless? Bringing in a delinquent like that.”
“But she’s just a child who was abused.”
“How do we know if it was really abuse or if she’s scheming to profit from it?”
Her frustration made her movements rough as she hung the clothes in the wardrobe.
At the loud clatter, Jane—who had been quietly hanging clothes—frowned.
“Aren’t you going to do it properly?”
“I’m annoyed! Here we are working, and that pickpocket’s just sleeping soundly in a nice bed. What’s this nonsense?”
“Stop talking and just do your work quietly.”
“Won’t she really become a noble if this keeps up? Once she achieves her goal, she’ll show her true colors and cause endless trouble for the ducal house.”
“Enough.”
“I can’t trust a child like that. Our masters are just too sheltered. How could they so readily believe in someone like her?”
The maid picked up another garment and deliberately shook it loudly with a mocking sneer.
Jane, who had been quietly continuing her work, glanced around nervously, worried someone might overhear her colleague’s outrageous behavior.
“Hey, really—watch your words. We’re only supposed to follow whatever the Lady decides.”
“Who’s going to hear? If the Lady doesn’t drive her out and instead gives her better clothes and food than us, I won’t stay quiet.”
“Ugh. This won’t do. You leave. I’ll handle it myself.”
“Fine, fine. Suit yourself—makes no difference to me.”
The maid dropped the clothes she was holding onto the floor and turned to leave.
But then, for some reason, she changed direction and headed toward the bed.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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