The Wolf Lord is Enduring (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
It had been quite a while since Michaela entered the bathroom where El was.
The three Mosteros brothers had gathered in the parlor, waiting for Michaela and El.
“Why isn’t she coming, sister?”
“She must be taking a bit longer.”
Finally, Riello, who had returned to human form, sat quietly fidgeting and kept glancing repeatedly toward the parlor entrance.
He rolled his bright blue eyes and puffed out his cheeks, which still hadn’t quite lost their baby fat.
Just as Riello was looking around restlessly, Raphelian and Briel, who had been elegantly sipping tea, simultaneously turned their heads.
Bathed in the languid evening glow, the three men’s gazes fixed on Michaela as she entered the parlor.
“Honestly, where do you all keep your eyes?”
Michaela chided them as she took the most honored seat prepared in the parlor.
As soon as she sat down, Raphelian himself lifted the teapot and asked,
“What do you mean?”
“You actually tried to bathe her yourself… Good heavens.”
Michaela shook her head incredulously.
“What happened?”
“You—that child, or rather, El, was it? Anyway, just how do you see El?”
Michaela asked, staring intently at her brother’s profile.
Her question stemmed from curiosity—perhaps he had some ulterior motive.
“I consider her someone I must faithfully repay, as she’s my benefactor. What else could there possibly be?”
Raphelian replied while slowly pouring tea.
His tone carried a hint of bewilderment, as if wondering why she’d even ask such a thing.
‘He doesn’t seem to have other thoughts, yet he might have hidden intentions. He’s always been so good at concealing his true feelings—it’s impossible to tell.’
Deciding she’d need to observe Raphelian more closely, Michaela shifted the topic slightly.
“I knew the moment I saw her.”
“Knew what?”
Briel and Riello were just as curious, so this time the twins spoke in unison.
Michaela glanced sideways at Raphelian and said, exasperated,
“That she’s a girl.”
“What?”
Raphelian, who seemed incapable of being flustered, was now clearly taken aback.
In his surprise, the teapot he was setting down made a slightly loud clatter.
“She reminded me of those two when they were little.”
Raphelian’s gaze fell upon Briel and Riello.
Though the twins’ features had grown somewhat sharper and more masculine, they were still undeniably pretty.
Especially Riello—who, perhaps because he resembled Michaela more than his twin Briel, had the softest, most delicate features among the three brothers.
And it wasn’t just Briel and Riello.
When Raphelian was born, he’d mistaken Michaela for his younger sister.
Now, of course, that misunderstanding was laughable—his features had grown strong, leaving him simply a coolly handsome man.
Regardless of gender, the Mosteros family’s beauty was famously renowned throughout the empire.
“She’s a girl.”
“I see. She gave off the same impression as those two did when they were young, so I assumed she was a boy.”
“Besides, it’s hardly appropriate to call her a child.”
“What…?”
“She’s apparently about seventeen this year—though it’s not exact. Her birthday’s in January, so she’ll turn eighteen soon. The following year, she’ll reach adulthood. And you tried to bathe a fully grown young lady yourself—honestly!”
“Oh…”
Raphelian felt more embarrassed about El being seventeen than about her being a girl.
At seventeen in human years, noble girls often were already engaged—and many even married.
To anyone’s eyes, she was closer to an adult than a child.
‘If El were a shifter, she’d only be a year younger than me. What have I done?’
Overwhelmed by embarrassment and awkwardness, Raphelian rubbed the back of his neck.
The spot his hand had touched flushed hot and red.
“She’s built differently from a boy. If you’d looked more closely, you’d have realized right away.”
“I should apologize.”
“But she’s so small for her age—it’s understandable you’d mistake her.”
Though she found her flustered brother amusing, Michaela decided it was time to stop teasing him.
Raphelian offered an awkward smile, then turned toward the entrance at the sound of faint footsteps.
“Lady Head.”
Irina, who had just entered the parlor, stood stiffly in an uncharacteristically awkward posture.
“Oh, you’re here. What did Melson say?”
“He said there are some scrapes and bruises, but no serious injuries. Just applying ointment properly will be enough.”
“That’s a relief.”
While everyone’s attention turned to Irina in response to Michaela’s question, Raphelian’s eyes drifted past her.
There stood El—the reason for Irina’s uneasy stance.
Soon, Michaela gestured toward El, who stood pressed close behind Irina, wearing clothes far too large for her frame.
“El, come here.”
El, hiding behind Irina, peeked out with just her eyes.
She rolled her eyes around, scanning the parlor and gauging the situation.
‘How did I end up like this…’
Still dazed and unable to believe she was receiving such lavish treatment, El hesitated, unable to move right away.
“El, go on.”
Irina gently nudged El’s back, encouraging her to step forward.
“Oh—yes? Ah, yes!”
Still unaccustomed to her new name, El had been staring blankly until she suddenly snapped to attention. Finding it strangely awkward and embarrassing to be addressed by a proper name, she glanced up at Irina and shuffled forward hesitantly.
Yet after only a few steps, she stopped again, hovering uncertainly.
“If you all stare so openly, she’ll be embarrassed. Look away.”
Michaela leaned back lazily in her chair and commanded haughtily.
The moment her words left her mouth, the three men quickly lowered their eyes.
Satisfied, Michaela raised her eyebrows slightly and gestured toward El once more.
Following the gentle, fluttering motion of Michaela’s hand, El slowly took a step forward.
“Even seeing her again, it’s astonishing that such a tiny body could muster such great courage.”
Her stride across the spacious parlor seemed less than half the length of the men in this household.
Michaela carefully took El’s hand as she hurried over, afraid she might break it if she held too tightly.
“How can you possibly be so adorably pretty? Hm?”
El had no idea which part of her bony arms and hands could possibly be called “adorably pretty.” Overwhelmed by this unfamiliar experience, she couldn’t even reply—she was too flustered.
“El, would you like to sit here?”
Michaela tapped her own thigh and lightly flicked El’s nose, who stood there speechless, eyes rolling around.
It was unmistakably treating her like a child.
And understandably so—Michaela was 220 years old this year.
Even if El were seventy-seven, to Michaela—who had lived over two centuries plus another twenty years—she was no different from a very young child.
Following Michaela’s hand downward with her eyes, El shook her head sharply as if struck by lightning.
“What? Don’t you want to?”
Michaela drooped her eyebrows pitifully.
Flustered, El trembled her lips nervously.
Finding her utterly endearing, Michaela slapped her thigh and laughed heartily.
When Michaela laughed, El—who had been staring wide-eyed in surprise—eventually burst out laughing too.
Seizing the moment, Michaela pulled El onto her lap.
El, who had just begun to relax slightly, stiffened instantly—she’d never sat on anyone’s lap before.
Skillfully adjusting El’s posture, Michaela called out to Riello.
“Riello, come here and show your respects.”
“Yes!”
Riello, who had been unusually well-behaved all day, sprang to his feet the moment he was called and stood before Michaela and El.
With a cheerful smile, he knelt on one knee to match El’s eye level.
“I, Riello Adolph Mosteros, owe you my life.”
Though Riello was usually a wild, unpredictable child, he knew how to act properly when it mattered.
From El’s perspective, however, his crisp, formal behavior didn’t quite match the fluffy creature she’d seen earlier—leaving her utterly bewildered.
“Huh?”
“Oh! That white furball from before—that was me! Rolling around on the floor.”
“Ohhh. I see.”
El finally nodded in understanding.
She thought to herself that he’d been pretty even as a white wolf, and now as a human, he was still incredibly handsome. Everyone in this household was strikingly beautiful and radiant.
Unlike her.
“Thank you for saving me.”
Riello expressed his gratitude, gently took El’s hand, kissed it briefly, and bowed his head.
Flustered by his gentlemanly etiquette, El’s cheeks flushed instantly, and she darted her eyes around to check if this was really appropriate.
“I, too, thank you for saving my younger brother—for saving a child of our clan. You’ve done us a great kindness.”
Meeting El’s eyes, Michaela also bowed her head slightly.
Briel, Riello’s twin brother, rose from his seat and silently bowed as well.
“No, I….”
El couldn’t understand how she’d done anything remarkable, yet here she was receiving thanks one after another—she didn’t know what to do with herself.
She almost waved her hands to say it wasn’t necessary, but the sincerity in their gazes made her too shy, so she just bit her lips tightly.
“Tell me what you want. What can I do for you? I’ll grant you anything you wish.”
“Yeah! Tell us what you want. I, Riello, will make anything come true for you!”
Riello declared proudly, swinging El’s hand vigorously.
“Riello, control your strength. Humans aren’t shifters.”
Raphelian, who had been silently watching until now, gently scolded Riello.
Only then did Riello notice El’s slender arm trembling inside his oversized sleeve.
“Sorry, sorry! Did it hurt, El?”
“No, not at all.”
“Good.”
“Riello is still young, so please understand. And Riello.”
“Yes?”
“You’re not in a position to be so carefree and innocent anymore.”
Michaela looked at Riello with a fresh, gentle smile.
At the sight of her lovely smile, Riello shivered—goosebumps broke out all over his body.
“S-sister…”
“Riello.”
Michaela called her brother in an extremely soft voice.
Though the tone was velvety smooth, Riello knew better than to take it at face value.
“Yes!”
Riello shot to his feet, standing rigidly at attention as he answered.
“Ever since your second growth phase, it hasn’t been easy for you to go outside, so I understand how stifled you must have felt.”
Because Riello and Briel were twins, their Mosteros bloodline was somewhat weaker than usual.
Moreover, Riello had grown even weaker after falling ill with an epidemic fifty years ago, leaving him with a severe imbalance between his physical frame and strength—requiring constant caution.
“Thank you for understanding.”
Riello bowed deeply. Knowing Michaela understood made the impending punishment seem slightly less frightening.
“But that doesn’t absolve you of fault. Starting tomorrow, you’re confined for one month. Not a single step beyond the mansion grounds.”
“Yes.”
Relieved that the punishment was lighter than expected, Riello nodded inwardly.
“If you disobey, you’ll have to prepare yourself to be sent to the ducal castle.”
“What?!”
Riello, who had been obediently answering until now, suddenly widened his eyes in shock.
This ducal residence was relatively new, built recently to improve accessibility to the city center.
The ancestral ducal castle of the Mosteros family lay two hours by carriage farther north from here.
Perched atop a sheer cliff, it was a place where saying “nothing but snow surrounds it” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
“I’ll send you there alone. Do you understand what I mean?”
“Yes. I understand.”
“And Irina.”
“Yes, Lady Head.”
“No matter how determined you were, losing track of this little one means you failed your duty. Your pay will be docked for one month. Riello’s attendants will have three months’ pay docked.”
“Yes, Lady Hea—”
“It’s my fault, sister.”
Before Irina could finish accepting the order, Riello cut in, thumping his chest firmly.
He meant: it was his own mistake—why should the blame fall on someone else?
“Riello. This is the consequence of your rash actions. You must understand that your words and deeds don’t affect only yourself. The more you possess, the less lightly you must act.”
“……”
At Michaela’s stern tone, Riello’s shoulders slumped, and he bit his lip tightly. After a moment of silent contemplation, he bowed deeply.
“I was wrong.”
He then turned and offered a formal apology to Irina as well.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“As long as you’ve learned from this, that’s enough.”
Though endlessly gentle with El, Michaela firmly assigned accountability to Riello and those involved.
Riello looked a bit downcast, but there was nothing to be done.
“Now then, Riello, go back to your seat.”
“Yes.”
Once Michaela confirmed Riello had returned to sit beside Briel, she turned her gaze to El and returned to the day’s most important matter.
“You’ve waited long enough. Let’s get back to the main point. El, tell me what you want.”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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Our poor El! I can’t believe this injustice! I thought this family would surely have someone follow her. Also why is she being referred to he. Did the others also believe she was a boy? The gas to have known she was a girl!
Our poor El! I can’t believe this injustice! I thought this family would surely have someone follow her. Also why is she being referred to he. Did the others also believe she was a boy? The gas to have known she was a girl!
For a child to be used to such abuse that it’s programmed into their instincts is upsetting. How did el raise herself to be so good-natured? And why was Ralph’s only idea to adopt her? You think she would be okay with that? Good luck though!!