Parenting In Full Bloom! The Former Villainous Noble Son Who Found His Love NestChapter 100

Author: aji (あじ)
Translator: sleepingjay

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“Oi Cyril! You’re seriously terrible at this.”

“Kyan! Uuu~ Bwother, always hitting me! Hate it!”

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In the mansion’s garden, Cyril and Andrea were fighting. From my seat in the gazebo, I was watching them.

After being hit on the head, Cyril started crying and came running up to me. He was sniffling hard, but his face was still sopping wet. Behind him, Andrea’s mouth was also turned up in an “へ” shape while chasing after him. RWXz C

“Crybaby Cyril.”

“That, because, bwother!”

“Isn’t it your fist that’s terrible.”

“Because Cyril got called a slowpoke!”

“Heh, both your faces sure look the same when you’re making excuses.”

With me intervening, they started quarreling. Even while still crying, Cyril clung to my leg and talked back to Andrea.

Back when I first met them, Cyril was always unilaterally scared, and it was impossible to see such a quarrel.

Thinking that way, could I consider the fact they were able to quarrel now as an improvement? 2NTK8I

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While shaking his head disdainfully, Guy said that with a condemning voice, but his face was proud. He was probably happy about finding his target leaves.

Since the three children had learned to use magic, they were going to build something and hence recently they had been gathering in this courtyard.

Carefully considering Cyril who wasn’t very good at magic, the magic they used were only simple ones.

“Hey, how long are you going to fight? Go help Guy. He’s already got your large leaves.” XNeAE3

“Got them from the gardener! They’re big!”

“That’s good. So then are you going to make a splendid ship?”

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“Maybe.”

At Guy’s words, I lost my enthusiasm. Answering the question with a, “Maybe” was really Guy-like. GwS9dB

It seemed that the other two had made up while I was talking to Guy since Andrea was patting Cyril, who was still crying, on the cheek.

It was a scene that I had seen many times since this crafts session had started. As expected, I got used to it. Or rather lately, maybe it was because I had been thinking a bunch of things about Jill, so now these three seemed ‘healing’ to me.

Even though I was supposed to hate children. If a disaster occured, this was probably the source of it.

Thinking such things with my chin resting on a hand, I watched the three. LW5a0p

Even though they were fighting just a second ago, now they were frolicking around happily. It was really hard to understand. In those tiny bodies, just where did they store so much energy? It was a mystery.

A short time later, they had switched from building a ship to playing hide-and-seek.

Cyril, who was ‘it’, tottered around in a run to search for the two in hiding. Because he wasn’t very good at physical exercise, even just running back and forth seemed to be tough for him.

Cyril’s gait made even me, the bystander, anxious. And sure enough, he tripped on the ground and his face went splat through a bush. 4KIQgo

Unfortunately, the leaves that were grazing his skin were a variety that made the nose and eyes itchy, causing people to sneeze.

Ah, he was probably going to cry.

When I got up from my chair and rushed over, Cyril came out of the bush.

His lips were jutted out and upturned, perhaps straining to will himself to not cry. Blades of leaves were stuck in his hair, making it unkempt. B2hR1

When our eyes met, a film of water appeared over his large eyes, and his face crumpled.

However, Cyril might have minded being called a crybaby, so he kept enduring it even though his shoulders were shaking.

“You’re not hurt, right?”

“Uu, un.” v2orOy

“Good good, but let’s get away from here first, okay? Staying near itchy grass will make your nose itchy—”

“—Achoo!”

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When I tugged his hand to pull him away from the area, with a pop, the itchy Cyril disappeared.

Shocked, I turned to look back and my surprise grew. R63 pX

“Hah? Cyril?”

“Gaoo~!”

Where Cyril had been was a tiny lion.

With a silver-white coat of fur, a lovely little lion cub hopped around hippity-hoppity in that spot. e5IsPw