
A few minutes later.
A passing noble felt strange about the warehouse. They went down and found someone they knew.
"Viscount Elca," he shouted.
Both men looked.
"Why are you here?" ask Marquess Elzo. His eyes reached out to Deros who was still looking at the woman. "Religion,"
"He's a bad father" Deros said, pointing at Liera. Deros who was still in a state of shock he was immediately unconscious.
"Deros," cried Michelia.
Deros was carried by Viscount Elca out of the barn. He was afraid that Deros would experience a shock to his soul. What's more he's been getting violence from Liera. Making Viscount Elca and Michelia unceasingly worried and scared.
"Darling, you have to be strong. For mom's sake,"
As for the Marquess, he followed the Viscount's carriage. At high speed, the carriage was at the residence of Viscount Elca. Mery called the Doctor.
"What's wrong with Deros?" ask Marquess Elzo. The two nobles are quite accrap and often spend time chatting casually every time there is a meeting in the palace.
"Liera, kidnap Deros and torture. I'm so scared, Deros's soul is shaken."
"What?" Marquess Elzo said, Liera really did such a thing. Deros is his son, but it feels right. At the sight of Deros staring blankly at the woman who had died.
"Master," said the doctor who closed the door.
Michelia was crying on the white sofa. He immediately approached the doctor.
"One of his hands was broken and his head was also spitting out a lot of blood. A little late. His life must have been unhelpful." Obviously the Doctor.
"Slabs."
Michelia came in, she went to Deros' bed. Grasping his hands and kissing his forehead. "Dear." How painful he was, seeing Deros' hand on a bandage and tied to his neck. So did his head that was tied with a white cloth. His lips are still clearly visible scars. "Darling, sorry mom's late."
Deros opened his eyes, the first time his eyes saw was the person he loved. She smiled, "Mother."
"I love you, baby." Michelia kissed her forehead and cheeks again. "Don't make me worry. I'm going crazy to lose you." Michelina said in her tears.
Deros was touched, a mother who had no blood ties to him. He loved her very much, while the mother had blood ties to him. He tortured her and wanted her dead. He was grateful that there were still people who loved and loved him. "Sorry, Deros didn't protect Mom and Dad very well." Deros. It was all her fault that made her mother cry.
"No dear, Deros has been protecting mom and dad. Next time, Deros has to obey mom's orders. Does Deros want you dead?"
The little finger touched the lips of the mother. "No, Ma. Deros loves you, don't leave Deros." The boy sat up. Then hugged Michelia's neck.
Viscount Elca who was in the doorway. He was excited to see their closeness. He feels like the luckiest man. Loved by a gentle wife and a very kind child. He stepped in, went inside and embraced the two. The fear and pain in their hearts had now disappeared and were replaced with happiness.
As for Marquess Elzo, she wiped her tears. Deepened by their harmony.