They had a late breakfast of forest fruits.
Kazan said she had been unconscious for about two days, and he insisted on feeding her because she was hungry, so Yasaris ate too much.
During this, they discussed various topics.
They finally agreed to let Yasiris go to Osivia, and Kazan's face was soft as he discussed the table.
“Are you that happy?”
“Of course.
Because I will be with you.”
“You said you would come and visit me often even if I didn't go.”
"How can that be the same thing?
Not seeing you even for a moment makes me anxious."
“…Dear, have you met many women?”
“All my life, you're the only one.”
They spoke easily and without reserve.
Yasiris, who had not experienced the death of Cain or the darkness of Kazan, was sociable, and not so shy as to keep her distance from a husband who showered her with love.
The calm atmosphere changed when Yasiris asked a surprising question.
“By the way, where is Michael?”
to stop.
Kazan hesitated before a question he could not answer.
All he knows is that Yasiris has entrusted Michael to a safe place away from him.
Since she couldn't leave the barrier in time, he was probably somewhere within the village.
“I left it with the neighbors temporarily.”
"Neighbors?
Why?"
"We needed time alone.
You weren't feeling well."
They were words that mixed truth with lies.
Except that it was Yasiris and not him, the answer was almost correct.
Isaris, who was injured, did not find anything strange, so she accepted the answer easily.
But that did not end the questions.
“When will he come back?”
“This...”
Kazan had to decide.
If he mentioned a long period without a plan, Yasiris might become suspicious, but he wasn't sure about taking the consequences of a lie detector later.
But he couldn't tell the truth now.
After he started a new relationship with Yasiris, he didn't want to destroy everything with his own hands.
"this …?"
Yasiris looked suspicious at his cracking voice.
The longer the silence went on, the more awkward she felt and she raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
“Sari.”
"Speak frankly now.
Where is Michael?"
Her maternal instinct awakened.
Ignoring her stomach pain, Yasiris stood and stared at Kazan.
“Where is my baby now?
Let me go get him.”
“Sari.”
“Don’t look at me like that and answer me.
Otherwise I will go out and look for him myself.”
Kazan closed his eyes with a dark feeling.
Should I say he's dead?
That she will never see him again?
Since they were going back to Osivia, there would be no need to come back here.
A perfect crime is possible.
But if Yasiris doesn't believe him and searches the village and finds out where Michael is, their relationship could fall apart forever.
She would think he tried to separate her from her child.
"If you don't want to talk, fine.
I'll find him myself."
“Sari.”
“If you stop me, I won’t go to Ozevia.”
Kazan's arm that was going to hold her stopped.
After he had hardly convinced her without breaking the oath, all was about to be lost.
Kazan wiped his tired eyes with his hand.
No choice.
I'll say I lost him, let's go look together.
Or say he wasn't here when I came.
While Kazan was organizing his thoughts to speak, he heard a sudden knock.
Knock-!
Knock-!
Knock-!
“Miss Liz, are you in there?”
“Mr.
Tippi?”
Yasiris looked at the door, then at Kazan, and turned around.
It was the voice of the gatekeeper whom I sometimes encountered in the village.
Although he was still active, she couldn't let the old man stand for long, so she ignored the discomfort of her wound and moved.
Tack-!
"Good morning."
“Good morning, Miss Liz.
Or rather, it's lunchtime now.”
The white-haired old man laughed and glanced at Yasiris's back.
He saw Kazan watching them from a few steps away.
“Hmm.”
The old man made a mysterious sound and closed his mysterious violet eyes.
The most powerful gatekeeper, who ran the village on behalf of the rarely visiting landlord, nodded as if he understood.
“It seems that you have resolved your affairs with your husband.”
“Yes...that's how it happened.”
Yasiris did not understand what he meant, but she nodded.
She did not want to expose family disputes.
This led to an unexpected result.
“So, will Michael be sent back today?”
"What?"
“The conversation isn't over yet?”
“No, no.
Bring him immediately.”
“Okay, it's okay.
I'll be back soon, just wait a minute.”
“Yes, thanks.
Sincerely.”
“Ask me anytime.
Taking care of children is my specialty.”
The old man laughed good-naturedly, took off his hat in greeting, and turned around.
Yasiris watched him for a moment, muttered a thank you, and closed the door.
Blue and red eyes met each other in silence.
Kazan spoke first.
“I said I left it with the neighbors.
We needed time alone.”
Yasiris, stunned, had nothing to say except a faint whimper.
“Even if he was, you acted as if you were hiding Michael's whereabouts.”
“I wanted to spend more time alone with you.
I was afraid you would leave right away if you knew he could be brought.”
“You should have said that...”
Kazan did not answer her muttering, but sighed secretly.
He overcame the situation by sheer luck, but the feeling of danger remained.
That was dangerous.
So far it wasn't safe.
Having only met Michael from afar, he was worried about his reaction.
He could pronounce simple words.
What if he refuses to acknowledge me as a father?
Or did he hate me and did not want to go to Osivia?
But Kazan had no time to prepare.
Not even two minutes later, he heard knocking again.
Knock-!
Knock-!
Knock-!
“Open the door, Miss Liz.
I brought Michael.”
“So fast?”
"mama!"
To Yasiris' astonishment, Tepi did not answer.
Michael's voice, which couldn't be heard from outside, called out to her.
Upon hearing her son's voice, her instinct preceded her reason.
Yasiris quickly opened the door and greeted Michael with a bright smile.
Platinum blonde hair, calm red eyes, and chubby cheeks first filled her vision.
The child who stretched out his short arms and called “Mama” was, as usual, adorable.
“Darling, did you miss your mother?
Did you eat well?”
“Umm”
"I ate too much candy?
What flavour?"
"apples."
“Apples?
I ate something delicious, my son.”
Yasiris could not carry him because of her condition, but she sat in front of him and hugged him warmly, exchanging normal conversations.
The old woman entered gently into the friendly atmosphere that seemed as if there were only two people in the world.
“The baby looks like his mother, very calm.
He was easy to take care of.”
“However, you are very tired, Mr.
Tippi.
Thanks again.”
“Nothing.
I'll go now.
Enjoy your time with your family.”
“Return in peace.”
After a short farewell, Yasiris took Michael's hand and entered the house.
She was so preoccupied with the child that she was surprised when she saw Kazan standing a step away.
"Why are you standing there looking?
Say hi to the baby, baby."
"they."
It seemed as if Kazan was distracted, and was late in answering her call.
His red eyes descended to the child who shared his color.
Up close, Michael looked more like Sisaris than he expected.
Not just the hair or features, but the general atmosphere was calm, the opposite of Tinilath's usually sharp temper.
"my dear?"
The child repeated the word "Yasaris" with unclear pronunciation and tilted his head.
His face, looking at Kazan, was a mixture of curiosity and strangeness.
He hid behind Yasiris's leg, which is obvious behavior for someone meeting a stranger.
“You said we've been apart for two years, so this is the first time you've seen Michael?”
"correct."
Yasiris shook her head as she saw Kazan looking at Michael embarrassed.
The positions of father and son were strangely similar.
"Let's get the nicknames in order first.
Otherwise Michael will call you darling too."
“Hmm.”
“You won't tell me how I called you?”
“…In the empire, you used to call me Your Majesty.”
“And outside?”
“You were calling me by my name”
“Kazan?”
The name was quite strange.
Yasiris frowned with a strange expression, which Kazan corrected after hesitation.
“Kane.
Intimate nickname.”
"Cain.
Hmm, Cain.
Much better."
Yasiris nodded at the pronunciation that sounded familiar.
The name carried a longing, as if she had called it thousands of times.
Kazan returned to Cain after a long turn, smiling or frowning, suppressing his conflicting heart before answering.
“Okay, Sari.
Call me Kane.”
You also loved the liar in those days.