Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

He came back after years of vacating the country.

While neglecting the existence, he didn't doubt that he would come back.

I was looking at him from afar.

When I met him a few years ago, he was still a boy, and now he's as thin as ever, but he's grown into a beautiful young man.

Ushallouch-Brave Road.

The Tenth Prince of the Kingdom of Brady.

My husband, First Prince Ichiibaldo, is my youngest half-brother and, to me, my brother-in-law.

He and his mother have never harmed me.

But I was neglectful of him and his mother, who were inferior in blood.

In addition, he is not even able to compete for succession at the end (race), and even though he publicly waives his right to succeed to the throne, the possibility will never be zero as long as he exists.

For my husband, who is number one in the sequence, the obstacle is still an obstacle, even though it may be less than the stone on the side of the road.

My husband didn't put it on his teeth, but I didn't think I'd be in the way.

Also, even though he was not picked up and treated with special treatment, he felt that the king's eyes were warmer than those of other princes, even though he was the end prince.

For such a reason, I saw him as an enemy.

A sparsely beautiful being.

That was the usual rush for me.

Since my husband died, I don't even know if it's hate or love.

Still, there were no unexpected days when I thought of him.

One day, I bump into him.

I seldom see him in the castle, but I have some business to attend to and he seems to have been visiting.

You can't ignore it, but you're approaching each other as if you were pulling it together.

It was the same over there.

He was more attractive than he had seen before.

I will not deny in one respect that I am much taller and the blood of my mother is thicker. Although I am jumping through and neutral among the men of the brave blood family, I am beautiful.

I was drawn to his beauty.

However, such a gesture does not come out as a gift, and pretends to be persevering.

On the other hand, his attitude towards me is.

Most men's gaze is nailed to the chest of my dress, which is wide open, but he stares at my face with a gentle expression without showing any trace of dust.

I don't know whether he's really a gentleman or quite used to women or not.

Or both?

Well, I suppose that's what you'll find out.

"Thank you for your service last night."

Socially I cut it out.

"No, I did what was right for the country to flourish."

Though he smiled calmly with a cool voice, he also returned socially.

"Let's praise Iona Cookrose for her masculine and famous skill as a stallion."

I said ironically.

Honestly, I'm jealous.

He's not.

Speaking of official business, the cavalier Iona-Cuccolose who made this beautiful young man devote herself to her virginity.

I couldn't hide my surprise that she, who was famous for her manhood, had entrusted him with it.

I don't know how, but it's not hard to imagine that there would have been an exchange that would have melted into that stubborn heart of hers.

They're not even a couple, let alone lovers.

For me, who had no recollection of even my husband, it was envy and helplessness.

After giving birth to the first prince, my husband, who lost interest in having a child, did not ask for my body itself, even though he occasionally forced me to serve him.

I was treated by my husband as if he existed only to deal with his sexuality.

I'm not saying it didn't feel good at all.

I can't deny that I remembered some kind of pleasure.

Along with that, my own desires could not be diverted, and I was supposed to recruit frustration.

Such frustration hits him.

I know time and time again that it is not good.

He has no responsibility.

Still, I couldn't help bumping into him with the frustration.

"I don't remember. There was something between the swordsmen and the swordsmen that went through them, that's all."

In response, he returned it.

A sword?

I don't know because I don't like swordsmanship, but what do I know about men and women when I cross swords?

I said ironically again, laughing at the bluish words with my nose.

"Your mouth is beautiful. You must have devoured that sweet flesh."

A man and a woman devouring each other's sweet, young flesh.

I was jealous, I was jealous, and I couldn't help it.

"That's what I do."

She answers again with a cool face.

To the extent of my provocation, I cannot change the complexion of this beautiful young man.

I just wanted to see this young man struggle to respond and be disgraced by his age, that's all.

His lucid attitude, which is not in my mind, accelerates my frustration even further.

After that, I tried to shake the throne many times, but I couldn't even see the shaking gesture.

Are you really not interested in the throne, or are you just good at not putting it on the table as much as you are interested in it?

Though I am a young man as young as my parents and children, I do not seem to be a discerning opponent with my eyes.

Such exchanges continued, and my frustration reached its peak.

"It was born from the belly of such a lowly woman. I'm not trying to figure out what kind of ambition you have."

I know that his mother passed away a few years ago.

It is also true that he admired the mother wholeheartedly.

Knowing that, I had to spin the dialogue like a lump of malice.

The words didn't change his complexion.

On the contrary, she even smiles.

And for a while, I thought.

"I will never forgive you for insulting my mother, who gave birth to me until you cut her own life."

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It's not a metaphor, it's a really mouth-to-mouth look.

Like the beast's fangs, his expression changed.

"......!?

I felt afraid, but at last I was able to reveal his true feelings.

It is the first time that he has ever been so hostile to me.

It seems to him that insulting his late mother amounts to touching the dragon's scales.

"Anyway! You just have to do what you're given! You don't have enough ambition! Say hello!?

I could not have imagined that I would have been subjected to such a painful counterattack. Instead, I fell into the feather of exposing him to a disgraceful and disgraceful look at my age.

Literally, there was no alternative to disappearing from front of him.