Duke' Mama Boy Chapter 2

 Juan Martinez.

When describing him, there were words that did not come up.

Mama Boy.

He was the only son of the Duke of Martinez, who is said to be the ruler of the eastern part of the Xenopol Empire, and the only heir to the duke.

However, as a rare mama boy, he is the worst human being who has ruined the country and his family.

Although he inherited the duke's line upon the death of his father, Duke Lane Martinez, he showed a eccentricity that would not be strange even if he was called a truly rare mama boy.

He not only listened to his mother well, but everything in his life started with his mother and ended with his mother. His life had a mother.

Although he was in his 40s, which is not a small age when the family collapsed, he was single, not even talking about marriage, let alone his wife.

He decorated a page in history as a human who will go down in history, and who ate up the country and family, who showed that no woman other than his mother could exist in his life.

Neither the West Continent nor the East Continent can exceed the name of Juan Martinez.

Because he was the worst mamaboy left in the history of the continent.

* * *

“Are you really okay? Is it okay not to eat Dragon Heart?”

Whether he intended to feed a real dragon heart, it was Angela, a mother who did not give up despite hearing the voices of his father, the Duke of Ju Lane and other dignitaries.

After everyone went back to their respective jobs, it was only the two of them, Angela and Juan, who were left behind.

Angela sat next to Joo-an, who was still sitting on her bed, as if worried, hugging her tightly and exhorting her.

“Would you like to get some of the wild ginseng that my mother is famous for in the East? Do you remember what his maternal grandfather gave to our Juan when he had a cold? You ate it and quickly felt refreshed.”

When he mentioned wild ginseng, which he had eaten several times, Juan was surprised once again.

That, obviously, when he caught a cold, his maternal grandfather was also sent directly.

It is also a famous elixir that is expensive in the Eastern Continent, but it is more problematic to bring it to this place in the Western Continent.

You have to follow a route that takes about 100 days, and it may get damaged in the meantime, so a herbalist and a wizard who has learned conservation magic must always accompany you.

For this reason, when moving from the East to the West, the price of wild ginseng jumps several dozen times and is equivalent to the price of one small estate.

‘… … Did I eat it because I had a cold? How the hell did I live when I was young?’

Obviously, I've lived like this for a long time, and I've been living in the poor for nearly 20 years... … I didn't expect to be proud of such an irresponsible scale.

Perhaps the reason why he lived a healthy life despite living such a poor life for a long time was because he ate such an elixir carelessly.

I just followed it because my mother made it, my grandfather gave it to me, so I ate it, and I used it because I had money.

While her mother, Angela, still looked worried as she held her in her arms and exhorted her, the Duke of Lord Lane, who had sent the Emperor, Crown Prince and dignitaries back, returned to her room.

The Duke of Zhu Lane frowned as he looked at his wife, Angela, and his son, Juan.

“Angela, let’s talk for a second.”

"why?"

Her husband, Duke of Zhu Lane, answered Angela bluntly, but Duke of Zhu Lane sighed a little.

“What the hell do you say to your majesty that the child has fainted?”

“What are you talking about? It's your child, it's our child. And my father's grandson. This kid is wrong, and he's not even that good?"

“It’s not like that. And Juan is already fifteen. By the way, can I still just hug you in my arms?”

'fifteen?'

Juan's eyes lit up at his father's words.

If this is the past, then it becomes a story that he has returned to the past for nearly 50 years.

The thought of “why” never left his head, and he only realizes that he is not smart enough to find an answer to that.

But while she was confused with such thoughts, her mother and father's quarrel was only getting worse.

“Shouldn’t you stop studying properly and learn about business management?”

“It’s business after all, there’s still a father who corrected it, so there’s no problem. And I do my best to study, so you don’t have to worry.”

“My father is already over 60. I mean, you can't rule the realm forever. Besides, your education... … .”

“What?”

"ha… … .”

Juan's paternal grandfather and former Duke of Martinez, Beck Bran, was still correct, and he was also the one who took over the management of the estate again after his retirement because of his son and wife living in the imperial capital.

It was all thanks to Beckbran, Juan's grandfather, who took good care of the duchy, that allowed him to live in the Imperial Capital with peace of mind, but that was not the Duke's concern.

As mentioned, it was precisely because of the education of his wife, Angela's son.

Her wife, Angela, was a princess who was the daughter of De Weiss Weber Xenopole, the current Emperor, and she was so well educated in the imperial family that she was brimming with knowledge to teach anyone.

The problem was Angela's personality and attitude towards Juan.

“No, you can’t even hold a pen… … . Wouldn't it be nice to have tea time and rest every 10 minutes, and then go to a resort once every two days? … . If you don't like Juan, what kind of education is that that doesn't teach you to study?"

“Oh, of course it is. How do I make my son hold a pen in his fine hand? If you ever have calluses... … Ooh, that's terrible. I can’t even imagine.”

'Mom… … .'

Not only Juan, but also the Duke of Zhu Lane frowned at Angela's words, but Angela continued her words casually.

“Besides, isn't tea time taken for granted? That's part of education, and when you're out in the social world later, if you think that Juan's graceful teacup skills will envy other aristocratic children... … .”

‘… … It was useless.’

Juan, who had already experienced the future, already knew that her mother's teatime education was of no use at all.

No, at that time, tea culture in the East was already in vogue, so the style of tea time that is currently popular in the West has almost disappeared.

“And when you study, you have to cool your head. It’s part of my consideration and education to go to a resort and make Joan feel better and show the world.”

It was Angela who didn't study for an hour a day, and she didn't even like it.

In such a situation, there were many times when I went to a famous resort once every two days to spend a few days.

So Duke Zhu Lane felt his head hurt even more.

At first he was very happy when he married Angela.

Angela was also very considerate of herself, her husband at the time, and her hostess, so she was loved by her father, former Duke Beck Bran.

But the problem is the first child… … Problems arose after the miscarriage of a child who could have been Juan's older brother or older sister.

A few years after the miscarriage of her first child, when she had her eyes again, not only the Duke of Zhu Lane, but also His Majesty, the Emperor, took great care of Angela, and at that time her high priest had always resided in this mansion.

Not only that, but also the doctor in charge of her imperial emperor always followed her Angela, and even sent her Imperial Guard to the point.

Born in this way, Juan was very healthy, and together with Angela, she became a lovely child who received the blessings of the Emperor and High Priests.

However, her obsession with her main eyes was pathologically severe, and because of such a mother, her main eyes became a mama boy who only listens to her mother's words, but she said.

Rumors of this kind of Zhuan had already spread not only in the Imperial Palace, but throughout the Empire, so Duke Jurain was very worried.

Duke Jurain himself cannot be the Duke to lead the family forever.

Because of Angela, who has no intention of having any more children and is only thirsty for Juan, Juan has to naturally become the heir and lead the duke's family.

However, I had no choice but to worry about whether a child who was so weak and listened to only her mother could lead the family properly.

“Anyway, I’m looking for a teacher other than you who will be in charge of the education of Juan.”

“Heh, that’s it. I'm going to refuse, so don't do that for nothing, Duke."

“Angela… … .”

As if she didn't want to hear her anymore, she lifted Angela from her bed and raised her eyes.

“Come on, my son. Shall we go to breakfast? Or would you like to just eat here?”

"morning… … .”

Juan glanced through the window of the room.

The sun has already risen in the middle of the sky, and it is almost time for lunch.

There was a small commotion, but it was Juan and Angela who woke up long after morning.

But in a way, it was natural to mention the morning so casually.

It was the morning when these hats woke up, and the only time they fell asleep was at night.

“Angela. Please listen carefully to what I have to say and think about it. I mean, this is all for the sake of Juan.”

“Yes, yes, I heard you. Rather, go to the imperial palace sooner rather than later. It’s not even time for work yet.”

“… … .”

The Duke of Zoo Lane, seeing Angela's sullen answer, wrapped her brow in her forehead and sighed.

Juan couldn't say anything while looking at his father like this.

He simply left the room with her mother, holding her mother's hand, and headed to the dining room.

* * *

Even though it was well past morning, the hats took their seats in the dining room, and as if waiting for them, various dishes began to come out.

Because it always happened, the chefs who were always waiting were like professionals, and they were able to complete the dishes in an instant.

“Come on, son, try this. Oh~"

“Ah, ah~”

There were too many dishes for both of them to eat, and Angela takes each of those dishes one by one and feeds them to Juan.

It was the first time in 20 years that I ate such a dish, so I had a different feeling.

When I was living in poverty, I found a thin soup mixed with sawdust, and discarded vegetables and fruits that I found while searching through trash cans.

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.’