I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother

His head spun at the thought that he would be called the Black Tower Owner from now on.

Sidrion soon opened his mouth, “The Duke, who is the Duchess’s husband, is a close friend of mine. You can treat me as a close friend. So, you can call me by my name… ”

“You’re my husband’s close friend, not mine. I believe it’s important to maintain adequate distance in this relationship.”

Defeated

Sidrion shut his mouth.

Yelena brought up the main subject for Sidrion, who became quiet with a dejected expression.

“Did the butler tell you why I asked to see you, Black Tower Owner?”

“Black Tower…”

Sidrion continued with a look of resignation, “I’ve heard it roughly. You need movement magic.”

“That’s right. I have a business about two days away from here by carriage, and I want to arrive there within a day.”

“If that’s the case, there’s no problem. Are you leaving today?”

“No, soon.”

There were a few days left before the festival began.

Yelena continued, “I called you in advance to ask you if your schedule was available and how much it’d cost.”

“My schedule doesn’t matter. You can call me whenever you need me.”

‘Are you not busy?’

Yelena suddenly had that thought.

As far as she knew, the Black Tower was not a small organization.

She didn’t think he’d have much time to spare since he was the owner of the tower.

‘Well, it’s good news for me.’

“And I won’t charge you any fees.”

Yelena’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“If I had any intentions of receiving the money, I would have sent a sorcerer under my command. I came here to help my friend, so please rest assured.”

“You…”

Yelena’s view of him changed.

The aftermath of Sidrion’s shocking first appearance that made her perceive him as an odd person vanished.

“You’re a good person.”

Sidrion, who read the sincerity from Yelena’s voice, gently made a suggestion.

“So you can call me Sidrion from now on…”

“I’ll contact you through Ben soon. Thank you for today, Black Tower Owner.”

“…”

That day, Sidrion left the Duke’s Castle in a slightly sullen mood.

* * *

“I heard you met Sidrion.”

Unless they were too busy, the Duke and his wife often ate their meals together.

Yelena nodded at her husband, who had brought this up over dinner.

“I saw him briefly during the day.”

“…By any chance, did he act discourteously?”

Yelena blinked her eyes.

“No?”

Not at all.

The first appearance was absurd now that she recalled it, but it had little to do with rudeness.

However, Yelena discovered one fact from Kaywhin‘s question.

‘He must usually be an impolite person.’

Sidrion, whom Yelena saw during the day, was cooperative.

Although he hinted that he didn’t like the title “Black Tower Owner,” when he finally accepted it, he left an impression of being a good listener.

“I see. I’m glad.”

“Is he disrespectful to you?”

“No. That’s not it, but…”

“I guess that’s why he’s so polite to me. It’s because I’m your wife.’

Yelena recalled what Ben had incidentally added before calling Sidrion.

“If it’s the Madam, then it’ll be fine.”

Perhaps, that was what his words meant.

Even though Yelena was the one who brought it up, she quickly changed the subject because she felt embarrassed.

“By the way, the sorcerer said he’s a close friend of yours. How did you become friends?”

“Ah, that’s… ”

Yelena placed her fork and knife down and rested her chin in her hands.

It might not be a great story, but it was her husband’s story.

Yelena, with her ears pricked up, fell into the story without interrupting.

After dinner, Yelena went for a walk alone.

She had stayed up the night before, but she wasn’t feeling too bad. Perhaps it was because she had slept a little in the morning,

In fact, a person’s state was more affected by their mood rather than their objective physical condition.

In that sense, Yelena’s mood was now at its peak.

The thought of going on her first date soon made her heart flutter.

Yelena excitedly walked around the Duke’s Castle, letting her feet lead the way.

It was pleasant to walk in the garden along a well-maintained path, but this kind of unpaved stroll had its own charm.

In fact, anything could be enjoyable if one was in a cheerful mood.

After walking around aimlessly like that, Yelena reached the training grounds.

“Should I go in and look around?”

She was contemplating to herself when she suddenly heard a voice from the inside.

“…Hup! Yaah!”

‘Is someone there?’