Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 181 – THE MOTHER, THEIA
[POV Theia]
I may hate my son Helios.
I was proposed by a prince from the next country. It made me so happy that I thought that I could finally avoid this blood-soaked throne rivalry in the palace.
But the difference in hair color and my eyes with the locals had made me inferior to the social association in my new place, especially I gave birth to the first child who was also exactly the same color of my eyes and hair.
All that changed when I gave birth to my second child, Helios, who shares the same traits as the locals. I feel accepted in society and my life is happier. So how could I ever hate my son who has such different physical traits than us?
No, it's wrong. Although Helios was born with any physical characteristics, I would certainly still love her.
At the age of Helios about two or three years, we and our family moved back to my hometown. Who would have thought that all the legitimate heirs of the Kingdom of Meglovia other than myself had died. That makes me the only candidate for the next king's successor.
The power of the king was handed over to my husband and I became the sole consort of the Kingdom of Meglovia. I had expected that from that day on, our happiness as we felt while living in Ignitia might be coming to an end. But who would have thought it was so much worse than I thought.
The power of the king and empress was intervened by the holy temple. But for the sake of the happiness of my children, I persevere as their vanguard to protect them from the evil hands that will use them as collateral for political interests.
But who would have thought that a prophecy would come for Helios. It instantly destroyed a part of me. Why should my young son be labeled a bad criminal just because his future is foreseen?
Every child is born pure white and it is the role of the master to color the child with kindness. Then the child himself can choose what they will be in the future. Every child has the potential to be good or evil depending on his choice.
So why is my son Helios immediately branded a criminal without him being able to choose his own way of life? It was really unfair to Helios and that's what made me start having prolonged headaches.
At that time I was still too naive and actually thought that the sacred temple was a place of escape to seek tranquility. I also drank the holy water they gave me which they said was a medicine that would relieve all my headaches. I had no idea that it was poison, poison that messed up my whole mind that ended up making me hate my poor son.
Even though I did things that caused deep trauma to my poor child due to the influence of poison, it did not change the fact that it was me that my son ended up with a great trauma to his mother. I feel so guilty about him too.
If there was anything I could do as his birth mother to make my son forget all his traumas and live happily, then I would do it no matter what.
Then one day when I was freed from the influence of the poison that was messing with my mind, that day really came. Lios and I were suddenly in a place that I did not know at all with the foreign clothes we were wearing anyway.
“Duh, why are you dumb? Didn't we have a job interview today to get a job as a drugstore manager, Mom? Come fast.”
Lios is in front of me. But there was something strange, we were dressed like ordinary people and Lios smiled sincerely after a long time.
I don't know what's going on. What we did in this place, why we came here, and why we dressed like this, everything was completely ambiguous to me.
If not mistaken, the last thing I remember was the figure of Lios' loyal servant following her from Painfinn City taking me to where Lios was. There, apparently another waitress who had been following him since the age of seven died so that Lios looked so desperate. Then then, I hugged Lios warmly to share the grief with her. After that..Why can't I remember what happened next?
I had absolutely no idea of the present situation that caused us to end up in a place like this. But because I saw Lios so smiling happily, I was also happy and followed the plot just like that.
Is this a dream? If this is really a dream, maybe not why I fell asleep for a moment to enjoy my happiness with Lios again, even in a dream though.
“Welcome.”
“Good day, the owner. We are applying who will apply for work in your branch store.”
“Oh, so it seems. Please login.”
I saw Lios speaking politely to an ordinary person. He was indeed a polite child who often treated even commoners with great manners. But still, I felt that there was a strange attitude of Lios today. He looked as if he was talking to a senior. How could my son Lios who had become an emperor to such an extent behave to others who looked like a nobody?
I really don't understand. I saw that person looking at me for a moment while smiling at me. I shuddered and reflexively threw my face away. Then Lios held my hand gently.
He said, “I'm sorry my mom, boss. Our father is dead so he's a little sensitive to a man. Usually He is a friendly person.”
“So related to his work, when can we work?”
“Oh, that, you guys can work from tomorrow. For accommodation, I have prepared you guys home..”
Lios had a long chat with the man my age before leaving the building. Lios took me to another place after that. It was a very small house that could not compare to our magnificent palace. However, Lios looks very happy to live in it with the sight of her immediately cleaning her house with pleasure. I helped Lios clean up.
In the afternoon, Lios went to buy the cooking ingredients that our palace cooks would normally do. After shopping, Lios then began to cook me food for dinner. In retrospect, Lios had lived alone in a remote palace with her deceased servant. Perhaps that was why Lios had gotten used to cooking her own food so that she could be an expert at cooking.
I can't believe Lios's cuisine is truly delicious, more delicious than any palace chef I've ever tasted. I saw Lios smiling at me because she was pleased with my expression that clearly seemed to like her cooking. I smiled at him too.
Today is a truly beautiful day for me to the point that I'm afraid when night falls. That means I have to sleep. I was afraid what if when I woke up, I would go back to that heartbreaking life where Lios had to feel a deep pain because I couldn't take care of her?
Just imagining it made my whole body tremble.
“What's up, Mom?”
“Ah, nothing really, dear.”
“Then, let's go to bed soon, Bu.”
“Iya, Son.”
Unfortunately, I am just a weak human being. I also had no power to overcome sleepiness and then I fell asleep.
The next day when I woke up,
“Bu, come here see. These are some herbs that Lios found in the forest. Some Lios try to breed themselves in our yard. There were also some herbal seeds that Lios planted. I hope this too can grow well.”
Lios looks very happy in enjoying her hobby of farming. But wait, wait,
“In the woods?! Lios, what did you do when Mom fell asleep?!”
“Ah, sorry to have you worried. Just relax, Mom. Lios is strong. There were no wild animals within the forest that could injure Lios. Even if there were, I would immediately defeat him with Lios.” magic
That was how Lios said while showing her magic.
All that until now was shown by Lios in my dream is indeed all the abilities he has, ranging from herbal knowledge, magic, to his great ability to negotiate. But there was one strange thing, Lios spoke as if there were only the two of us in this world.
Is this not a dream? Are we in some sort of parallel world where other versions of myself and Lios in parallel worlds are swapping places?
But as soon as I thought about it carefully, I finally realized the biggest oddity of the time. Lios and I have been communicating not with Meglovia, but with other languages that probably belong to one of the countries on the Asium Continent based on its lexical characteristics.
Why am I so late to realize such an important thing? No, more than that, since when were the two of us able to speak using one of the languages of the Asium Continent? If it's just Lios, it's still possible because my son is a real learner. But how can I who have never interacted once with them master their language?
When I realized that, I immediately shuddered. There was something wrong with us, especially with the fact that we did that by looking so natural.
Is this some kind of magic?
Even if it's true, is it okay if I think it doesn't matter?
Because for me, life is now much more pleasant than the stifling life in the palace where I have to see my son live to suffer.