The Villain Is Obsessed With His Fake Wife

She looked at John in surprise.

“John?”

Many things passed through John’s red eyes. He stretches out his long legs and strides towards her.

‘Shall I recognize it right away like Erich recognized it?’

If he didn’t recognize that it’s a spirit, they may end up with a strange misunderstanding.

John came to the bed where she was lying, sat at the head of the bed, and touched her embarrassed cheek with his index finger.

“How have you been?”

Contrary to what she thought he would ask about the spirit baby, he first asked how she was doing.

“I’m alright.”

John’s eyes turned to the sleeping baby. But it didn’t seem like a negative look. Rather, it was like seeing something nostalgic and warm.

John, who was looking at the baby, looked at her again and smiled. The crook of his neck twitched for a moment.

“We’re having a baby.”

She nodded cautiously, shaking the little baby’s hand that was tightly clutching her index finger.

“That’s right, the baby is pretty, right?”

“It’s pretty.”

John nodded his head.

“I think it’s better because he takes after my wife.”

“He looks like me? Just by looking at the color of his hair, he looks more like John.”

“Look closely. The cheeks here look soft and the overall soft lines look like you.”

She tilted her head.

‘Even so, he looks more like John?’

It seemed that John had lost his objective eyes. At that time, John pulled her cheek and laughed.

“Look at this. The expression is the same.”

“If you pull it out, everyone’s face will be the same?”

“No. Anyone who sees this adorable atmosphere will recognize that it’s your baby. That kind of atmosphere cannot be imitated no matter what.”

It was lovely.

‘Why does this word feel different?’

The corners of her mouth went up without her knowing because of the tickling feeling.

“Do you find me lovely?”

It’s been a while since she heard John say he loved her, but she still hasn’t gotten used to it.

“I’m worried that you might be lovable in other people’s eyes.”

John put his arm behind her neck and placed his large hand on the back of the baby in her arms. His gestures were as leisurely as usual, but she saw his hands shaking.

“It’s so lovely.”

John muttered softly in a voice that sounded like he was being suffocated.

“How could I have left it behind?”

He seemed to be overwriting his past family in the images of the baby and her. So she couldn’t say anything.

‘If you think about it, family is… It must mean something completely different to John.’

Because John completely lost his family.

“Now that I think about it, John. What should we call the baby? Parents have to name their babies.”

-No! I can’t believe you let such a ruthless warlock name a spirit baby!

-No matter how much that guy’s energy is mixed in, there’s a way to say it. How important is a name to a spirit, so why would someone like that make one for a spirit?

The trees went crazy.

John slightly frowned his dark eyebrows and poked the baby’s soft cheek.

“You have to be careful when naming your spirit.”

“…Did you immediately recognize that it was a spirit?”

“Of course. “I can feel the spirit’s energy right away.”

“But why…”

Actually, she found it fascinating that John said that the spirit baby was his own.

‘If you recognize him as a spirit, doesn’t it seem strange that I’m doing this?’

Plus, since it’s a spirit that suddenly appeared, it’s likely that there would be more doubts about her.

“Ugh…”

“Because it’s like this.”

The spirit baby seemed to think that John was its father, and even while it was asleep, it was affectionately rubbing its chubby cheeks in John’s arms.

“This baby is already between you and me. But what’s important about being a spirit?”

“…”

“Of course, I can feel my energy in this baby, and I can’t help it because it resembles you.”

John smiled languidly.

‘Oh, I’m anxious.’

It was an incredibly beautiful sight, but her heart felt strangely tight, so she avoided John’s gaze and lifted the corner of her mouth and smiled.

‘I’m so scared that this will all disappear.’

At this moment, she realized that she now had too many things that she could never have in the past.

‘How did John survive?’

Perhaps, for John, that memory from his childhood was the same as this moment for her. If it hadn’t happened at all, she wondered if she could have survived despite losing what she believed was mine.

She felt like there was no need to do it.

‘If I were John…’

What choice would she have made?

* * *

Erich looked at his master who was sitting neatly.

“Sir, this is Baron Erich Boulogne.”

He swore loyalty to Estelle, but that didn’t change the fact that John was his master. Estelle just became more of a priority than John.

“What about investigating the spirits?”

“Yes. Here is a record of the spirit.”

John, who was scanning the records about spirits, narrowed his eyes.

“In the end, the reason why spirits were born is not clear.”

“Yes, since spirits are creatures that do not get along with humans…”

“No. Rather, it may be more questionable that the process of birth of spirits is well known.”

Fortunately, John had something to point out.

‘My dark magic flows through the Blanchett mansion.’

Since there was an altar in the basement where John used to make deals with the devil, the Blanchett mansion itself could be seen as John’s space.

‘Maybe that’s why the spirit resembles me.’

But not all questions were resolved. Because the spirit was born in front of Estelle and resembled her.

‘It must be related to Estelle.’

“A fairy.”

John said while looking at Erich.

“Did you find anything about fairies while researching spirits?”

“Fairies… You mean?”

Erich answered with troubled eyes.

“There was so little data about fairies that nothing came up even when we were researching spirits. Shall we learn more about fairies?”

“Yes. Find out.”

Sacrifice fairies was postponed as much as possible. However, there was no harm in being prepared for any method. Even in urgent situations, you cannot choose between means and methods.

“Leave even the smallest piece of information.”

Without realizing it, John thought of Estelle smiling lovingly and the cute baby in her arms.

‘Father, Mother, Lily.’

John recalled their names, which he had buried deep inside.

‘Criticize me and blame me. I am…’

John’s gaze turned to the Eden Rose he had plucked from a bush in the garden. The green of the Eden Rose shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.

* * *

The spirit baby received a lot of attention. Originally, the baby attracted everyone’s attention from the moment he entered the mansion.

The Blanchett family welcomed the baby as if it were a given and loved him very much. Even the word “spirit” was easily understood.

‘Am I strange? Why is it so easy for everyone to understand?’

Even if they exclude what John passed on, she thought it was very strange.

-Because it’s cute!

Then the trees raised their voices and answered as if they had read her thoughts.

-Watch him smile brightly but then hide in his arms when people come. How cute.

-Cuteness overcomes all logic and explanation and rules the world. In that sense, take the spirit baby and quickly bring it to the forest. hurry!

It was definitely a cuteness that transcended humanity.

‘Because it looks like me and John.’

She was always told that she was pretty like a doll. There was no need to mention John’s appearance. The spirit baby was an appropriate mix of the two of them in appearance, with the added bonus of a baby’s unique softness, making it extremely adorable. In particular, since spirit babies were only awake for about one hour a day, everyone competed fiercely to get that time.

“Ma’am, has the baby woken up?”

Betty came running with a blush on her cheeks.

“He is still sleeping.”

“Oh my god. He looks so angelic when he sleeps…”

“And then you get rejected again.”

“Ma, ma’am. My painful wounds…”

The spirit baby was surprised by Betty’s aggressive approach and turned away from her. It seemed that adults who were excited were very unfamiliar to a baby’s eyes.

“But this time is different. I will never get excited.”

“Betty?”

“Even looking at you like this, how cool-headed I am. I couldn’t show my cool side in front of my lady, but I am a ruthless person.”

“…”

“It’s real!”

Knock, knock.

“Hey, ma’am. This time, I brought some items that the spirit baby might need.”

The maids gathered in front of the door continued to look at the baby from outside with faces dripping with regret.

“You can come closer and take a look. Because we are a family that will be staying together from now on.”

“Really… Is that okay?”

“Well, of course. And it’s my first time taking care of a baby, so I need your help.”

Then the maids rushed in and shouted their aspirations.

“Do not worry, my lady! I am the eldest daughter with six older siblings.”

“My mother was a village midwife. You could say that I am also a well versed person who takes care of the baby.”

“I also have quite a few older siblings…!”

The maids, including Betty, gathered around her. However, they watched from a distance to see if the baby would get scared if she got too close.

The baby was sound asleep, holding her tightly with his short arms, his fingers as short as a maple leaf.

“How can he look like an angel when he sleeps?”

“How can he look so much like master and madam? He is so lovely.”

“Originally, I was waiting for a child to be born between you two, but now that I’m seeing a baby who looks so much like you, I feel like a child has already been born between you two.”

Did she feel friendly eyes on her, or was she just having a good dream? While the baby was sleeping, she twitched her cheeks and smiled brightly. She thought maybe he was having a good dream. She patted the baby’s head gently. Then, barely muffled exclamations poured out from the maids who were watching her smiling face.

“Look at him smiling! So cute. I want to touch his cheek…”

“My lady. What is the gender of your spirit baby?”

“They say the baby is a spirit. Then wouldn’t he be genderless?”

She quietly pondered the maids’ questions.

‘Because it’s a spirit, its gender…’

-It’s a boy.

-Spirits also have gender. It’s a baby boy.

She answered naturally, as if she already knew.

“It’s a boy.”

“Oh my god. He is the lovely Prince who came to visit the Blanchett family.”

“They said that even though he is a baby, he has a strange charisma.”

Perhaps that’s because the spirit’s unique energy was felt that way. But she didn’t say anything and patted the back of the baby who was tightly attached to her body and wouldn’t let go. At that time, the baby whose eyes were closed suddenly opened them.

“Huh.”

As soon as the baby woke up, he turned his head around as if he was looking for something. Every time he did that, his plump cheeks shook.

“Ugh. It’s hard on the heart…!”

Every time the baby’s gaze touched the maids, they burst out in praise as if they were falling over.

‘It looks like you’re looking for something.’

The baby seemed anxious and snuggled back into her arms.

“Are you looking for something?”

“Caw.”

Does this answer?

“Yes, yes.”

She did not get what it meant.

“Is everyone gathered in Madam’s room after finishing their work?”

All the maids froze at the sound of Patricia’s voice.

“Ha, chief maid.”

“Everyone, please return to your work. After we finish our business, we will check to see if each person is doing their job.”

“Yes, yes!”

The maids rushed out. Patricia, who was looking at the maids’ movements with disapproval, came in front of her holding a letter.

“My lady. Sorry, I’m on break, but a letter arrived in the name of the Holy Emperor.”

“The Holy Emperor?”

“Yes. Please check it out.”

The sign of the Holy Emperor was engraved on top of the letter, but inside it was a letter from a saint.

[I would like to invite Duchess Blanchett to the temple where I am staying.

-Saint Stella.]

Betty cautiously opened her mouth.

“Maybe she finally lost my mind while praying to God?”

“Betty Boulogne.”

Patricia called Betty sternly.

“There is a spirit baby here, so be careful what you say.”

Well, the saint was an important person.

“No matter how unworthy the saint is, you are a rash and useless servant, how can you say it out loud?”

“Chief maid. I didn’t say that much.”

“…”

She asked Patricia as she looked at the letter.

“Is there any reason why I should accept the saint’s invitation?”

“Of course not.”

Patricia answered neatly. She thought for a moment and said.

“Then I guess I should reply that I will visit the temple soon.”

“Yes?”

“Rather than going because there is a reason to go, it seems more justified to go when there is no reason to go.”

* * *

The temple questioned the news of Duchess Blanchett’s visit.

“Did you really say that Duchess Blanchett would visit this temple today?”

“Yes.”

“I thought she would definitely refuse… Is Duchess Blanchett conscious of His Majesty’s reputation?”

“I’m not sure about that.”

The temple awaited the Duchess’s arrival.

“Is that carriage the Blanchett family’s carriage?”

Blanchett It was a carriage that looked rather shabby for a duchess. Eventually, the carriage door opened. However, the person who came out from inside was not the Duchess.

“I’m sorry, but who is our guest…?”

“Ah, we are Viscount and Viscountess Albert. We are from the United Kingdom, and we visited because Duchess Blanchett said she had created an event where the saint herself could correct misunderstandings.”

“Honey, to be exact, she didn’t say that this was an opportunity to apologize to the Duchess for the harm caused by the past incident.”

“Ah, she did.”

All the priests opened their eyes wide.

“…what?”

 

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