My Lover's Personality is a Little Strange

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Hermelinda's old chronic disease was beyond medical treatment.

Among those with a very strong divine power, they used their power to heal the disease.

So the Emperor even came forward and asked the temple directly, but no one gave her divine power.

Because there was pressure from Leobrante.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you have to give up on your baby......."

At that moment, Hermelinda threatened the doctor with her eyes glaring fiercely.

"If you say give up one more time, I will take it as a sign that you want to give up your life."

"Huh......! I, I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Hermelinda's stubbornness eventually led the doctor to raise both their hands and feet.

Eventually, Hermelinda died shortly after the birth of Theodore.

Only the young Emperor, who didn't know his mother's death yet, remained at the Queen's Palace in Vienna and burst into tears.

"......."

Theodore stared at the scene with an expression of uncertainty not knowing what he was thinking.

Yves glanced at Theodore and held his hand quietly.

"Ah......"

For a moment, Theodore burst into exclamations of embarrassment.

"Yves, why......."

"I told you, I'm not like you."

Yves answered without looking back at Theodore, staring silently at the front.

"I can't just pass by someone who needs comfort."

"Oh, Yves...."

"Don't be touched. If it were someone else, not you, I would have acted the same way."

"Yes, yes."

Theodor nodded vigorously, his cheeks flushing over so slightly.

Yves heard his watery voice, but she pretended not to know.

A little more time has passed in the blink of an.

Theodore is now old enough to walk, run and talk.

He ran around the palace carrying a large dragon doll presented by the Emperor.

"Oh, your Highness. Run a little slower......!"

"I can't. I'm Tturaego. Did you see the Tturaego flying slowly?"

"But you are not flying right now, but running, right?"

"Do you want to be hit by Tturaego's fire?"

The young Theodore pretended to be a dragon with a scary look on his face.

Theodore became a little embarrassed and looked at Yves' countenance.

Yves looked at the scene with a serious face.

"No way....... It can't be......."

She muttered to herself, but Theodore only tilted his head because he could not understand what she meant.

Then he glanced at the hand she held.

His heart was pounding.

His heart almost leaped out of his chest.

Her hands holding him were so firm and warm.

It was the hand that held him when she was young.

The hand was a little rough because of the callus from holding the sword, but it was still a small and cute hand that held his hand.