Side Story 3.12 - HAPPILY EVER AFTER(12) (2/2)

“Shall we go together?”

“If you go with me, what kind of break will it be? We’ll just spend the time traveling in a carriage.”

“True. It’ll trouble you.”

“I didn’t mean I don’t want to go because it’s troublesome. If you want to go, I’ll prepare for it.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Then, later. When the children are all grown up, let’s go to the north. I know I went a year ago, but I miss it more as time goes by. I think we should go back someday.”

“Yeah. Let’s do that…”

They hugged each other for a while, not saying anything.

10 years of marriage. They had reached a point of tranquility where simply being together was enough, and it was never awkward no matter how long the silence was. Perhaps this peace of mind was more precious than a hot and intense love.

Lucia caress his head like she was comforting him as he held her tight with his face buried in her soft chest.

“…It feels strange to see Damian the same age as his father when he died.”(Hugo)

His brother had died at eighteen years old. At the time, Hugo thought his brother was an adult. He thought that when Damian was eighteen years old, he would be able to comfortably entrust everything to Damian like Damian had received the title.

However, when he looked at Damian, he realized it was a very young age. Even though he acted like an adult, the expressions he clumsily revealed without even realizing it showed Hugo that he was still a child.

“It’s because you pamper him so much.” (Hugo)

“What’s this all of a sudden?”(Lucia)

“I’m talking about Damian. He’s still a kid. I wasn’t like that at his age.”

“Since you’re saying this, I have something to say too. You also pamper Eve too much. She’s like a spoiled five year old.”

“What do you mean? Eve is young. She’s only seven now.”

Lucia glared at him. Her husband’s standards were way too different for their son and daughter.

“You sent Damian to boarding school at six. I thought you said that at six, your child should be able to survive even if they were thrown into a desert?”[1]

“That…! Who was it? Who told you? Damian? Jerome?”

“I’m definitely not telling you.”

“You think I don’t have another way if you don’t tell me? I’ll just grill the two of them…”

“Hugh!”

When Lucia’s eyes slanted, Hugo shut his mouth. Then as he grumbled, he buried his lifted head back into her chest.

Lucia hugged his head and giggled. Her husband got more adorable as he got older. Sometimes, when she saw him acting like a stern father in front of his son or acting cold and indifferent in front of other people, she inwardly burst out laughing.

“It’s because you’re looking at Damian with the eyes of a father. In the eyes of parents, no matter how old their child is, their child is young. When Eve grows up to twenty or thirty, do you think she’ll look like an adult in your eyes?”

“…”

“Damian is all grown up. He might be young in your eyes and mine, but to others, he’s an adult. Even if you tell him about his birth father, I believe he can understand now.”

“…Can he really understand?”

“Of course. He’s a very considerate child. How much are you willing to tell him?”

“I was planning to burn down the secret room in Roam. I mean, I was going to secretly take him to my brother’s grave.”

“You’ve changed your mind?”

“I think Damian should know too. It’s up to him to accept it or not.”

Even now, Hugo occasionally flipped through the records from Philip’s hideout. The medical knowledge accumulated by Philip’s family from generation to generation was capable of saving the life of a dying person.

In addition, there were experimental records about whether a Taran female could have a child with a normal man. Fortunately, according to the records, Evangeline could marry an ordinary person, have a child, and live a normal life.

The couple of times that Evangeline was sick, Hugo was helped by the records. He realized how precious the medical knowledge in them was as he smoothed down his chest in relief after his daughter’s high fever quickly subsided. The knowledge gathered by a family for hundreds of years was a treasure. Of course, he also realized that the knowledge in the secret room was a treasure.

“I think you’ve made a good choice. If Damian were to take over from you without knowing anything, it’s like only inheriting half.”

“Do you want to come along when we go to Roam?”

“No. Do not make exceptions. That way, in the future, it will remain that only the head of Taran can enter than room.”

Hugo kissed her lips then he stood up with her in his arms.

“I don’t know about anything else, but Damian won’t get a better wife than mine.”

Lucia smacked his chest as she laughed.

“What are you saying? Damian will have a wife much prettier and wiser than me.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Don’t try to compete with Damian in strange areas. Our Eve too, will get a husband more wonderful than you.”

“It looks like our daughter won’t get married.”

“What?”

“No such man exists.”

“Oh you, seriously.”

Hugo entered the bedroom, kissing his laughing wife’s lips. As Lucia lay on the bed, snuggling in his embrace, she said:

“Hugh, I have a present for your coming birthday. You can look forward to it.”

“What is it that you’re so confident about it? I will look forward to it.”

The completion date of the brooch commission would roughly match the date of his birthday. Lucia wanted to give him the brooch and also tell him the story from her dream. What could be the identity of the brooch from her dream? She felt like it would be fun for both of them to put their heads together and solve the mystery.

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