Chapter 447 – Flower of Evil (2)
Flower of evil.
The greatest evil of the empire.
Descendants of the few remaining wood people on the continent.
There were many words to describe Andalote.
It was also a list of sentences that cannot be easily seen.
But before that, she was just a mother and an unfortunate woman who lost her family and people.
Seojun remembered the conversation he had with Andalote in the last episode.
“Sister, I heard you have a son?”
Seojun casually called her sister.
The other guys were jealous of Seojun and started arguing by telling him to use his title properly, but Seojun had no choice but to continue.
The most comfortable way to live in society was to be seen by the number one person.
Of course, it was also thanks to Seojun’s years of helping Andalote and doing everything he could to gain her favor.
So, she trusted Seojun to a certain extent, and even though he vaguely sensed her rational emotions mixed in with the title of ‘sister’ that clearly showed her insides and in her black eyes, she left him silent.
It may have been because they believed that Seo-jun was not the kind of person who wanted a romantic relationship with her or would do anything foolish.
But also, the girl who had never experienced love implicitly enjoyed his attention.
This was completely unintentional, an area of instinct.
In front of Seojun, Andalote threw away the illusion of a shabby old man and revealed his beautiful true self.
I waited for Seojun to touch my hair, massage my arms and legs, and serve tea that suited my taste.
And perhaps, she herself knew that this feeling of anticipation was something that only her lover would have.
Rather than having a useless conversation, she may have wanted to exchange something more like a lover.
Nevertheless, she had to dam the flow of her emotions to seek her revenge.
That may be why their ending was tragic.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was because of that Seojun, unable to withstand the sacred fire of the gods, was given a stimulant and was later caught by a side gate and killed while running away.
Anyway, the moment Seojun asked Andalote if she had a son was on a spring day, when there was still a long way to go until the end.
“Hmm, who says that?”
Glancing – Bright yellow starlight twinkled in her eyes as she looked back at Seojun.
Glossy black leaves replaced her hair, and blue veins could be seen on her transparent white skin.
Her forest-like scent made people feel comfortable, but also had something that was endlessly fascinating.
It wasn’t for nothing that the empire captured the wooden people, imprisoned them, and put them on display.
It wasn’t for no reason that her wealthy family and her nobles came from all over her mountainous countryside just to take a look at her.
Seojun stood behind her, spraying the leaves on her head, pulling off her dead leaves and organizing her delicate leaves.
“I just heard that somewhere. Anyway, is it there? “No?”
The hair was the mental body of the woodman.
At the end of a long life – when the woodman dies, the leaves become a tree.
The trees became a forest, and the wooden people called the place ‘Seonsan.’
Seojun’s act of touching the leaves of her hair was an act that was fully capable of expressing the emotional bond between her family and lovers.
It was a passage that clearly showed how much trust she had in Seojun.
“Yes, there is. Black hair and yellow eyes. “When he grows up, he’ll probably be much more handsome than you.”
“Oh no way.”
Andalote smiled brightly, but Seojun could clearly see that her hair was drooping.
The story of her lost son was her annoyance.
They say that guy died in the evening-, became a prostitute in some remote corner of the country for money-.
Rumors spread like wildfire and disappeared at some point.
If you catch the people making a fuss, they are just drunkards who are offering to get a drink.
Andalote gradually became tired.
Her memories with her child became increasingly blurred, and the feelings she had for her child, whether love or hate, gradually faded.
That’s why I acted so lightly, as if nothing had happened, as if I was trying to forget about it.
However, Seojun knew that behind that calm expression, she had not yet forgotten her son.
This is because she often had nightmares that prevented her from sleeping.
I literally vomited it out.
Perhaps it was because of her overflowing magical power – her dreams sometimes turned into reality.
So, when Seojun opened the door after hearing her suffering at night, he would often encounter a forest filled with hazy fog.
There, I saw the imperial hounds scrunching up their noses, looking for something.
Andalote running frantically in her blood-stained dress, the teardrops scattering on her scarred soles.
She also saw a black-haired child in her arms.
She was constantly ruminating on her past.
By losing her child, she was punishing herself as an unscrupulous mother who did not even know whether her child was alive or dead.
That’s why Seojun knew better than anyone else.
She knows that she has been waiting for her child, that she still misses her child.
“`
My eyelids fluttered.
I took a deep breath and exhaled again.
My heart didn’t stop.
So is this the 10th episode?
No.
It didn’t feel like my body was restrained – nor did I feel like I was in a daze.
The sound of cedar firewood sparking and the scent of lavender tea leaves were still there.
Seojun quietly opened her eyes and looked around at her son-in-law.
[Woman’s Inner Place] This is the quiet scenery of Changgwan.
Nothing had changed at all from what I saw before I lost consciousness.
And we also see an old woman with her graying hair hanging down, holding her face with her wrinkled hands.
It was Andal Lote who overturned her fantasy.
Seojun guessed the situation and soon breathed a sigh of relief.
Sir, I’m glad…
Andalote was a descendant of a woodman and a woman who rose to the rank of 8th-level great mage.
Her mere presence was a natural disaster, and even though she was surrounded by knights who manipulated mana at a high level – if she was prepared enough, she could play with it like a child.
Even if Seojun had a mental barrier called [Her dream skin], She would have easily penetrated it like sticking her finger into the window paper.
If she hadn’t seen Seo-jun’s yellow eyes, or if she had decided to ignore her report and read Seo-jun’s memories…
After that, she didn’t even want to guess.
Not only did she sacrifice her son to her archenemy, the cockroach, but she even dared to pretend to be her son.
She dedicated her life to revenge.
Seojun would never have been able to easily escape from her grasp.
He might have killed him right away, or he might have continued to torture him until his mind was broken.
“···Cock!”
Seojun calmed his breathing and relieved the tension and coughed lightly, pretending to have regained consciousness.
Andalote, startled, approaches Seojun. She still wears the outer shell of an old woman.
To be honest, I wanted to stop seeing that face.
It was even more so because I already knew how sweet the fruit was hidden inside.
Don’t you even know what the color of the fruit is, what it feels like, and what it tastes like?
“Gwae, are you okay?”
A wrinkled hand grasps his shoulder and shakes it.
No matter how much she hides her appearance through an illusion, her scent, as if she had brought in the scent of the forest, is still the same – so Seojun’s lower abdomen automatically feels strength.
Seojun, who had changed his posture to hide his lower body, fluttered his eyelids, opened them gently, and saw a very close-up of a distorted face as if he had no shame.
“···Mother?”
At the words Seojun muttered, I could see at a glance that she was embarrassed as her eyes were wide open. The bright yellow pupil trembles here and there and falls down.
Seojun stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around her.
I thought he would avoid me, but he quietly embraces me.
Even when I extended my hand to give her a massage, let alone a hug, she never gave me distance.
Even though he hesitates now, he doesn’t push Seojun away.
Seojun quietly buried her head in the crook of her neck and repeated sucking in her breath and exhaling it again. For a long time.
Her body, which fit comfortably in her arms, was thin and had no skin whatsoever. The sound of her chest pounding as she inhaled and exhaled was mixed with the characteristic whistling sound of an old man.
However, Seojun knew that this too was an illusion.
Seojun knew very well how smooth and soft her skin was, how sweet her voice was, and how big and soft her breasts were.
She was honestly a little impatient.
He wanted to somehow strip away the illusion and demand a relationship right away. She wanted to shove her dick into that warm, tight fleshy hole.
Since Seojun is also human when he thinks like that, his breathing naturally becomes heavier.
“Mother…”
The brat clung a little closer to her as if to tease her – and made his hard erection touch her thigh.
She stiffened for a moment, but didn’t seem to notice what was hard at all, and just gently patted Seojun’s back with both hands.
The reaction was a bit disappointing, but there was still a lot of fun left for both of us.
Seojun curled the corner of his mouth.
