“Yeah, now we should make our child.”

Looking at Christine, who was so calm, Adel’s face turned red unexpectedly.

“I’ve been avoiding having a child… because I was afraid that my identity as a wolf would be revealed.”

“I understand. If our child were born like that, your identity would be exposed.”

“That too. In fact, I couldn’t trust myself. I wasn’t sure that I didn’t kill your mother. I didn’t have the memory of that day.”

“No memory?”

“Yeah, around that time, I also found out for the first time. That I was different from an ordinary person. It wasn’t sane due to sudden changes in my body. I was afraid because fur grew all over my body, and the desire for slaughter and reproduction became too strong. So, I ran away like crazy. Otherwise, I thought I might harm the people I love.”

Adel couldn’t close her mouth in surprise at the unexpected story.

“Chris…”

“When I finally came to my senses, several days had passed, and I was lying naked in the woods. When I came back, your mother had passed away, and the funeral was over.”

Recalling that moment, Christine’s expression darkened.

“So, I couldn’t help but doubt you when I heard your words about the deeds of the silver wolf. That’s why Stone’s confirmation was needed. If it was really my fault… you probably couldn’t have forgiven me.”

With a horrific expression just by thinking about it, he shook his head.

Now Adel finally understood everything.

The reason he wasn’t by her side ten years ago. And even the rumors that people saw her naked in the forest.

“Adel, I’m really sorry that I couldn’t mourn your mother’s death with you. She was like a mother to me too. I still miss her occasionally. The days when she happily looked at us while baking pies for us.”

Adel hugged Christine silently, patting her back. Like a kind older sister who had taken care of him in his childhood.

“Thank you for telling me everything. And remember one thing. Now, it doesn’t matter who you are.”

“Adel…”

When Christine raised her head to look at her, she smiled and brushed her bangs aside.

“Even if you say you’re something more than a werewolf, to me, you’re just Chris.”

When he thought that things might go wrong, he only kept thinking that.

If he recovers, nothing else matters.

Please just stay by my side, no matter how you look.

Grrr.

Suddenly, a clear sound that they couldn’t grasp the atmosphere of interrupted Adel and Christine’s gaze.

He laughed with a confused expression.

“Since the talk of pies came up, I suddenly got hungry.”

Only then did Adel remember that he hadn’t eaten anything for days.

“Get a hold of yourself. Shall I bring you some warm soup?”

He got up with a smile.

“I think I can eat a whole cow now.”

Before they knew it, the sky outside the window had turned a faintly blue color.
Mark, an early riser, got up as usual this morning. As he walked downstairs, he paused when he heard a sound coming from the dining room on the first floor. Moreover, the entire house was filled with a savory and sweet smell.

“Who’s up at this hour?”

Perplexed, he headed towards the dining room, and his face stiffened.

“Viscount Vaise?”

Mark doubted his own eyes. The person tearing apart chicken legs with bare hands and casually eating in his worn-out shirt and pants looked like a teenage boy going through puberty.

It was a bit shocking for Mark, who always remembered him as arrogant and cold.

Moreover, quite unexpectedly…

“It’s a bit early, but want to eat together?”

Now, Mark even doubted his own ears. The Christine he knew would never say such a thing. Even though this was his house, his restaurant.

Did he change personalities after recovering from near death?

“Um… Do I know who I am?”

Wiping his mouth elegantly with a napkin, Christine, who had just swallowed what was in her mouth, seemed to ask when something happened.

“Mark Castler, the Marquis. A single father raising a rude brat. A veterinarian who practices illegal medicine without hesitation, pretending to be a doctor. I admit he’s more skilled than most doctors. He was once my fiancé’s…”

“That’s enough.”

He still looked hateful while speaking, so it wasn’t a change in personality.

“Apple pie is ready…!”

Adel, who came in with a tray carrying a pie, stopped when she saw Mark.

“You woke up early, Mark.”

With the pie covered in a delicious aroma, Adel smiled brightly, holding it.

Even though she looked like she might collapse at any moment last night, now she seemed tired but had a lively glow in her cheeks and eyes.

Christine’s recovery alone brought about such a change.

It was something he couldn’t do anything about, even though he already knew.

Mark felt bitter, even though he knew the fact.

However, a strange resolve was born.

“Well, the smell of the pie is killing me. I also have a share, right, Adel?”

“Of course. Would you like to join us?”

“Sure. If Adel wishes.”

As Mark pulled out a dining chair,

“It’s just a matter of formality. Can’t you tell by looking at me?”

Christine made a displeased expression.