It's Easy to Take Care of a Live-in Hero!Chapter 37.2

“Who are you?” 

That voice came from behind me. It wasn’t Sig’s. Rather, it was higher in pitch, and definitely a child’s. ibrDEg

I looked back in surprise, and the child thrust a long stick in front of my nose. I stepped back on instinct, and took a proper look at the other person’s appearance. At that moment, I gulped.

“Eh…”

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It was a boy sporting dark locks, who was only as tall as my chest.

Not to mention… np4cRW

While I was shocked to the point of speechlessness, a lump of yellow fur took the chance to jump onto the stick. It was the squirrel from before. Then it leaped from the stick back to my shoulder. And then to my head, its thick tail tickling my face and neck. 

Unable to endure it, I sneezed, and the child pulled back the stick. Surprised, I looked up. 

The young boy swept his gaze from me to the squirrel, a pensive look to his eyes. Speaking of which, I only had on a pair of wet pants at the moment, my entire upper body bare. No matter how you looked at it, I was a suspicious person… 

The unusual purple eyes stared at me, and the pounding of my heart thundered in my ears. 

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That young boy was like a carbon copy of Sig.

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“P’w rbggs obg ktja tjqqfcfv pera cbk. Ktlr lr atf olgra alwf rbwfbcf firf tjr nlrlafv atlr qijmf,” atf ybs rjlv, uijcmlcu ja wf rlvfkjsr jr tf qbegfv kjafg lcab atf rmbgmtfv qba. Lf rffwfv jgbecv rfnfc sfjgr biv, yea P kjcafv ab oilcmt ja atja mbiv ujhf. 52q3GI

Vlcmf ws mibatfr kfgf ralii kfa, tf ifca wf j rfa bo kbgx bnfgjiir. Ktja kjs, P vlvc’a tjnf ab kbggs jybea atf rlhf. 

“No, it’s my fault for coming here as I pleased. It smelled like something was burning, so I thought there was a fire,” I said, and the young boy’s hands stilled.

“I forgot about the pot when I was checking out the field…” he mumbled, eyes downcast and voice fading away at the end. He pressed his mouth into a straight line, looking ashamed. Did he think Sig would scold him? 

Even though he looked dependable, he was still a child. Ud2F34

“It’s okay. I often burn pots as well, so I’m used to cleaning it up. Come on, let’s clean it quickly,” I said, encouraging him. But the boy just stared at my face. 

The more I looked at him, the more this kid resembled Sig. Like the lack of expression and bright purple eyes. 

What happened here…? This situation was unexpected. I didn’t know what to do.

As for the relationship between this boy and Sig, first I considered three possibilities. 1bL8jZ

1. Son
2. Nephew
3. Younger brother with a large age difference 

However, if the “two-person capacity” rule of this world hadn’t changed, options two and three were unlikely, as they would have to come from the outside. 

In other words, the probability of number one, of this young boy being his “son,” increased. 

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And that I was currently in the miniature garden of the future. 

I also held a little doubt about that possibility, so I checked with the boy straight away. Sure enough, he confirmed that he was “Sig’s son.”  2AwRDn

If he was Sig’s son, then he was mine as well. 

That should be the case. After all, we were a “married couple.” Although it was difficult to see traces of my face in his features, it appeared he inherited my black hair. 

But then, why…?

The boy turned away from me and looked towards the window. Outside, the squirrel lay down, lazily basking in the sunlight, revealing the white fur on its belly.  ObfDSx

“You told me that you are father’s acquaintance, but…” Those purple eyes turned to me again. Nonchalant, I dropped my gaze to the pan in my grip. 

“Yeah. I’m an old friend of his.” I felt like he would see through my bad lies, so I decided to sprinkle the truth in my words. After all, I did consider Sig to be a good friend of mine.

“Friend…”

“It was something that happened long ago, before you were born.” dIbT5g

The young boy seemed to be convinced by my current story. I fought against the stain stuck to the bottom of the pot while stealing a glance at his profile. Then I sighed, making sure he didn’t notice it. 

Why did this child see me as a “stranger?”

It was as if I’d disappeared when he was still so small that he didn’t recognize me as his “parent.” Was that really the case?

But then… where was the future me now, and what was I doing? 5YoanP

“I have to prepare someone else so that you can leave.”

No way! There’s no way that’s what happened.

I would never leave my family… leave my child behind. Definitely not…