Duke' Mama Boy Chapter 1

"Ha… … .”

Inside the shabby hut, a man took a deep breath.

The old man, who looked nothing but a poor man with his clothes and household items, lay on a bed made of straw and stared blankly at the ceiling where the rain was leaking.

“… … Life is so futile.”

His eyes looked like dead eyes, with no hope for the future at all, and the voices that came out of his parched lips were already split.

“Where did it go wrong?”

His own family, who was quite wealthy, no, to the extent that the word wealthy was shabby, collapsed, and even the country collapsed.

It's your fault, not anyone else's.

He was left alive, but he was not alive even though he was alive.

He's just living because he can't die.

“Hey, what was the problem?”

I was deeply lost in thought, but my eyes were gradually closing and my vision was blurring.

And his body becomes drowsy and he falls asleep.

But he still didn't stop thinking.

“Yeah, all of this… … .”

And came to a conclusion.

There was only one answer.

“… … It’s all because of my mother.”

Juan, the last heir to the Duke of Martinez of Xenopol, an empire that has already been destroyed.

He realized at the end of the last.

The fact that it was all her mother's fault.

* * *

“Mom, it’s because… … .”

Juan opened his eyes with a small voice.

His eyes were staring blankly into the air, but he could not see the old, leaking ceiling that he had to get used to.

His eyes frowned at the appearance of the ceiling engraved with luxurious patterns that could not be said to be flashy.

Moreover, the damp air in the house, which had always been damp and musty due to the old straw, was not felt at all.

Rather, only the warm, cozy, and nostalgic smell is transmitted through the tip of the nose.

“… … what?"

And the blanket that wraps around his body, or something that weighs on his face.

Turning his head to the side, he saw a large, round object lying there.

Juan tilted his hand and touched it.

It was soft, soft, and warm.

The fact that it is so large that it cannot be touched with one hand is somehow familiar and longing.

“Ugh… … .”

"yes?"

As I continue to touch it and ponder what the hell it is and what the current situation is, with a small moan, a large, round object that I have been touching so hard appears in the air.

Juan was startled by this, so she jumped up and stared blankly at the person in front of her.

Long, shiny, golden hair, which could not be described as splendid, fluttered and flowed down.

That familiar face that can't hide her beauty even though she has a shabby face.

And, above all else, the big, huge breasts she was always proud of, capable of being more confident than anyone else, were reflected through her thin pajamas.

And at that familiar and longing look, Juan muttered a little.

“… … Mom?"

She was such a resentful, resentful, resentful mother.

"Oh my goodness? My son, did you sleep well?”

And then the mother smiles bashfully, stretches out her hand, embraces her, and makes her face her face between her breasts again.

It was a hug that made it hard for her to breathe, but when she realized that it was so long ago that she didn't know how many years it had been since she was hugged by her mother, tears began to form in Juan's eyes at that feeling of longing.

Until the very end of her end, she blamed her mother, who was right in front of her, and she was hugging herself like this.

"mom mom mom… … !”

"Oh my goodness? Uh, oh my?”

At the action of her mother, Joo-an hugged her mother as she was, buried her face in her chest and cried and cried only for her mother.

It was as if she missed her mother, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

* * *

“… … .”

Being used to it can sometimes be a bit annoying.

“Damn, High Priest! Our Jooan is really in good shape, isn't it? Aren't you sick?"

“Of course, Angela.”

Unlike her frantic mother, Angela, the sudden summoned High Priest gave a benevolent smile and gave Juan's forehead once again of divine power and then lifted her hand away.

At that moment, Angela seemed relieved at her high priest's words, but her Jou-an's expression was not so bright.

Even so, it is not enough to call the high priest that his son is a little ill and that he can save a person who is about to die... … .

“Everyone, thank you so much for responding to this request.”

“Haha, no. Since Confucius is so unscathed, we are relieved too.”

There are enough people to fill the big room with Angela's greeting, saying that they are lucky and smiling with a sigh of relief.

They were all competent doctors who had established themselves in the zodiac, and they were people who rushed to Angela's request at once.

It's too much to say that I cried a little, and the scale is very large.

'Come to think of it, even if she only had a cold, the imperial family sent a doctor.'

Since the family is a family, I can agree with it to some extent, but I couldn't help but think that it was too much.

Juan turned her head to see off the doctors, and saw Angela telling the High Priest that he would see him later and put a generous donation.

She let out a small sigh as she watched the High Priest leave her room smiling broadly.

‘Well, that’s why everyone comes.’

It was thanks to the donations and donations that not only the High Priests but also the doctors living in the Hwangdo rushed to one step at the request of her mother, Angela.

She is her mother of a rather large scale, and her donations and donations are as large as her breasts, so she was also evaluated as the best customer.

She had more problems than that.

Juan stretched out his palm and stared blankly at his hand.

It was not the rough and dirty palms that changed while living in the poor after the collapse of the country and the family.

It was as if he did not use his hands except for washing, and his palms were transparent and soft enough to show blood vessels.

And she looked around.

Obviously, the family was ruined, the mother and father died, and after that, it was Juan who started living in poverty with nothing they could do alone.

I was always hungry because I couldn't even beg properly, and it was because I ate well and lived well before that, so I survived really persistently without getting sick anywhere.

All they had was an old and shabby hut, household items they had picked up, and a bed roughly made out of straw that had been thrown on the floor.

But now, this place is like your old home.

It was the house where he lived with his mother and father whom he missed, and it was his own room.

“What is it… … .”

Are you even dreaming?

If not, will she die and meet her mother again in her underworld?

It was too vivid for that.

Juan frowned for a moment, then got up and got out of bed.

He stumbled for a moment as if something was not working properly with his body, but he grabbed the bed and focused his gaze on the mirror hanging on the nearby wall.

An unfamiliar figure made eye contact with him.

One step closer to the mirror, the same figure is approaching.

Then he walked up to the front of the mirror, reached out and touched the mirror.

The person in the mirror also reaches out and touches his hand.

With gorgeous blonde hair resembling her mother, her body shape and transparent skin that look thinner than most women… … .

As his blue eyes gradually grew bigger, he realized what it was.

It was the appearance of Juan when he was young.

And I fainted like that.

* * *

“… … .”

Again, getting used to it can be really annoying at times.

I called the high priests and doctors together just because I cried, but this time I passed out and woke up... … .

“Am I really okay? No, why does a healthy child suddenly pass out!”

“Lungs, Your Majesty. please fix it The body is really healthy.”

It was not enough that the High Priest came again, but this time Juan's maternal grandfather, precisely here, the Emperor of the Xenopol Empire, personally visited, causing a great commotion.

What he saw when he woke up after only half an hour of fainting was a real mess.

His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire, of course, the father and prime minister of Juan, Duke of Jurain.

Prince Sandrock.

Count Bastiano, commander of the Imperial Guard.

Meister Moreno, the owner of the Imperial Horse Tower.

He has also taken up positions in many other high-ranking officials, so Joo-an, who had been facing them for a long time, wanted to pass out again.

Most of them were also people who died because of them.

"I… … It’s really good.”

“Really? Shouldn't this grandparents bring you the Dragon Heart from the Imperial Treasury?"

"yes! Dad, you don't use dragon hearts anyway. That’s what we eat.”

“… … .”

The dragon, which is known to have disappeared, and the maternal grandfather and mother casually mentioning the treasures that wizards would like to obtain even if they were to die.

I was just guessing where my mother's unknown and absurd scale came from, but my maternal grandfather was worse.

In response to the terrific remarks, high officials ripped off the emperor de Weiss, even the Crown Prince, and her husband, Duke Zhu Lane, stopped Juan's mother, Angela.

The escort knights, wizards, and magistrates, who were watching the scene, sighed a little and shook their heads.

And Joo-an also frowned while wrapping her forehead to see if she was having a migraine.

'More than that, what the hell is this... … .'

It was too vivid to be called a dream, and the worries of maternal grandfather and mother were sincere to be called the afterlife.

Moreover, the dignitaries around him seemed to be a little annoyed, but there was no resentment against him at all.

A rare mama boy who devoured the country and the family.

It was a word referring to himself, who was pointed and despised until his death, and most of these high-ranking officials cursed and resented Juan and closed their eyes until they died.

To that extent, Juan was incompetent, and he was just a mama boy who should have done nothing.

If it was the underworld, it wouldn't be strange if they were cursing themselves... … .

“Am I alive?”

I stretched out my palms again and looked.

No more scars or dirt

It was not a shabby, musty hut, nor was it a loner.

'I… … .'

Juan clasped his small, slender hand tightly, and his eyes twinkled.

‘… … I am alive.’