Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: The Demon King's Legacies #1
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“Seong-eum, my younger siblings are graduating this time—”
The teacher, who had been hemming and hawing, finally spoke up. I replied as if I’d been waiting for it.
There was always one reason why this smooth-talking teacher struggled to bring things up.
“The pay from my part-time job will come in soon, so I’ll add a bit more. They’ll need to buy clothes and stuff when they first start college, after all.”
Only then did the teacher stroke her long side bangs, looking deeply apologetic.
“You’re struggling to make ends meet yourself, and here I am asking every time. I’m so sorry.”
“They’ll be adults once they graduate, so this should be the last time. They’ll find their own part-time jobs anyway. More importantly, did you look into what I asked about?”
“Oh, that. I heard from someone I know this time, so I’m checking it out. Especially this one person you’re supposed to have met last…”
Her positive response made my heart race. But unlike what I expected, the teacher’s expression wasn’t bright.
“Do you really have to meet them? I’ve seen a lot of friends who found their mothers later in life. Some were even more shocked after meeting.”
The teacher had never been thrilled about me searching for my mother.
“Sometimes, not knowing is better for everyone.”
But I couldn’t help being curious.
Why did she abandon me?
And if she did abandon me, where and how was she living now?
So I started tracking the woman who had supposedly left me at the orphanage—probably my mother—and it had yielded some results. We were almost there.
If we really met, what would I say? How?
Would she even agree to see me?
“Who the hell are you? Who said you could come looking?”
“Honey, who’s this guy?”
“I don’t know—get lost!”
What if she treated me that coldly?
No, despite everything, I had this vague sense of expectation.
In my memories—fragments from my very early childhood—that woman had been incredibly kind and warm. She would often stroke my head with her large hand.
That day was the same.
“Listen to the teachers and wait nicely. I’ll come pick you up soon.”
I had believed her and waited.
Until her back, which seemed so huge back then, disappeared beyond the distant signs.
Hoping she might turn around and come back to me.
But years passed—so many years—and even after I’d grown into a proper adult who could handle things on my own, that woman never appeared.
So now, it was my turn to go to her.
I had to meet her.
Finally, standing in front of the shop where she was said to work, I took a deep breath and… opened the door.
Ding, ding—.
The bell rang.
I stared straight at the woman I locked eyes with as soon as I stepped inside.
She was very young, with jet-black hair. She wore a crown on her head and looked down at me with haughty, arrogant eyes.
“You’re late, Taeo.”
“Lady Aira?”
Why was Aira here? I turned my head and saw tall pillars rising high, with a lavish velvet carpet on the floor. It was a palace.
Somehow, I had arrived at Angmar’s palace.
Rustle.
Aira rose from her towering throne.
“You’re late, so you’ll be punished.”
Queen Aira of Angmar pinched my cheeks and yanked them upward hard. It hurt.
What was this?
In that moment, I had no choice but to realize.
Ah, this is a dream.
Suddenly, everything around me started bubbling like water droplets, then burst like popping balloons.
* * *
Rustle.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized someone was tugging at my cheek.
Coming to my senses, I saw dark stone walls and torches. No Angmar palace, no cozy orphanage flowerbed.
My calm thinking kicked in instantly.
Ah, right—I was locked in the Draco family’s underground secret room. I must have dozed off and dreamed.
「Calm Situation Assessment!
You gain experience from the talent 《Calm Thinking》.
All job experience +5」
As expected.
“So, why are you pinching my cheek?”
I casually addressed Mirna Draco, who was pulling at it. Without letting go, she scolded me instead.
“How dare you leave me alone and sleep so soundly. You’ve got some nerve.”
Grrrrk.
The pinching intensified, and I felt tears welling up.
“Hiek…! It’s stretching…!”
“Hmph.”
Only after I let out an embarrassing squeal did Mirna finally release my cheek. She was fully dressed now, and somehow, so was I.
What was my last memory?
I’d lost consciousness after an intense climax, I think.
Did Mirna dress me?
“How long was I out?”
Rubbing my stinging cheek, I asked Mirna about the situation. She answered reluctantly, as if venting her anger.
“Over an hour, probably.”
Had I really slept that long?
Was I that exhausted without realizing? Passing out like that after ejaculating. Must’ve been recovering the mana I spent conquering the dungeon.
Blackout after sex—what a disgrace as a man. How pathetic must I have looked to Mirna?
As I sneaked glances at her, she spoke.
“You wouldn’t wake up, so I thought you were dead. Were you planning to make me a widow on our wedding night? Apologize to me right now.”
Wedding night.
That unfamiliar word, so out of place for me, brought back hazy memories of my night with Mirna. We’d done it twice before I passed out.
Thinking about it made blood rush to my face and lower body. I thought it was a dream. It still didn’t feel real.
So, was Mirna and I married now?
No papers stamped, no rings exchanged—just a verbal agreement. No strong sense of “We’re really husband and wife!”
Rustle.
I reached out toward the back of Mirna’s hand, who sat beside me. If we were married, she wouldn’t refuse my touch—right?
But what if she did? My heart pounded.
Finally, my hand touched hers.
“……”
“……”
Mirna didn’t reject my touch.
Only then did I feel it somewhat real—like, Mirna Draco is finally mine! Like gradually advancing intimacy while dating.
But Mirna spoke first, seizing the initiative.
“Even as husband and wife, our superior-subordinate relationship is clear, Taeo Gospel. The only places you can touch without my permission are your hands and feet. Understood?”
“Hands and feet?”
“Yes. And you’re not yet ready to bear the Draco name. So, our marriage must remain a secret from everyone. Got it?”
A secret from everyone.
Mirna was suggesting a secret marriage, like a hidden relationship.
It triggered PTSD from my college days—freshman year, twenty years old, dating a popular girl in the department.
She’d wanted to keep it secret too.
After she transferred to another guy, she spread it everywhere, though.
The shock sent me to the army, and when I returned, I heard she’d been shunned by everyone for multiple CCs and reckless behavior—transferred schools. It was satisfying.
“Until the day we have a proper wedding ceremony, it stays secret from everyone. Understood? I won’t say it three times.”
Why did those memories resurface now?
Was I worried Mirna might marry me in secret, then dump me for someone better, pretending it never happened?
Of course, that wasn’t her intent.
She was a devout follower of the Church of Radiant Flame, and a sudden marriage would spark misunderstandings and annoyances.
So, she meant: Keep quiet until we have an official ceremony someday.
It was wise.
And better for me too.
“Understood.”
Still, the past made me petty. So I slowly reached toward her leg.
Rustle, rustle.
I slipped off her shoe and massaged the sole of her foot, wrapped in stockings.
Mirna’s foot was sleek and smooth, with the big toe highest—elegant shape. Even through the stockings, its beauty was clear.
“……”
Mirna showed no reaction as I freely touched her foot. She meant it about hands and feet.
As I kneaded her sole for a while, she slipped it from my hand and quietly added in a low voice.
“…From now on, ask permission before touching my feet too.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask questions on your own…!”
Grrrrk.
Instead of answering, she yanked my cheek. It stretched, tears threatening.
For some reason, she seemed hooked on pinching my cheeks.
Right then—
Boom—! Rumble rumble rumble.
Something shook our secret room violently. An earthquake? The ground trembled like thunder.
“What’s happening?”
Mirna stood, flustered, gripping the wall. But she lost balance on the shaking floor and fell onto me.
“Are you okay?”
“Ung…!”
“Ung?”
“Your hand—it’s on my chest!”
Oh, right.
No wonder it felt soft.
As Mirna and I struggled like that—
Boom—!
A cannon blast right by my ear. My ears rang—eee—mind blank.
In the dust and soot-filled haze, intense light poured in from somewhere, casting a black silhouette shadow.
It was a person.
A woman with long, black hair whipping around.
“Taeo—, there you are—.”
Aira seemed to say something to me, but my ears were still deaf from the explosion. Couldn’t hear.
Reading her lips, probably “Taeo, there you are.”
And that meant I could finally escape this damn secret room.
Then Mirna said something to Aira.
“━─.”
“━──.”
Aira replied. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make out what they were saying.