I'm The Mother Of A Villainess?!

Albert Blanc

It's been a while for Albert to show up so I made a side story which happened on the same day as the previous chapter. Also, please read the first chapter. I changed it a lot.

It was a nice afternoon when Albert Blanc was reading a book in his room, he was near the window he once in while stares outside. He flipped a page and read, oblivious to what had happened to Lala. As he flipped another page, there was a knock at his door.

"Yes?" He answered, he didn't remove his eyes from the book.

"Big brother.. it's me, Andrew." A voice said behind the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yes, you can." Albert allowed. The door opened and it revealed the 7 year old younger brother of Albert. "And what is it that you want?"

"B-brother, can you tell me when will big sister Lala come visit?" He asked Shyly.

"Oho? Unfortunately, I do not know." Albert answered while Andrew frowned. "But, we scan write her a letter."

"Really?!" Andrew smiled as he rushed outside the room, joyously screamed: "I'll send her the best letter!"

"Sir Andrew! Refrain from screaming, you should remember your lessons." Albert heard the maid scolded who was passing by. He stared at the book he was holding, thinking about the something he said.

'Maybe I should write a letter.' He thought as he closed his book. He took a parchment and a quill from his drawers. He dipped his quill from the ink bottle and began to write.

'Dear Laura,

How are you? As usual, Andrew waits for your visit. Also, he wrote a letter for you...'

"What else should I write?" He said to himself, slumping from a writer's block. He stood up and went outside his room. He walked through the hallway while his head facing down and passed by some statues and portraits.

"Oh? Why are you frowning?" Albert looked up to find the owner of the voice. He saw his father, Jonathan, smiling.

"Oh, it's nothing. I got nothing to do." He replied.

"Is that so? Come here, I have something to talk about." Jonathan led him to his study room.

"Father, what is it do you want to tell me?" Albert asked a question when the door behind him closed. They sat down on the nice comfy chair, facing each other.

"There's something that has been bugging me," He said as Albert quirked his right eyebrow. "In the past two years, you haven't been attached to your personal maid, Helen."

"What do you mean?!" Albert said like something had triggered him.

"Is that because of Lala? Hmmm?" He said while smirking.

"I-I don't understand what you mean, father."

"Before you had met Lala, you were very..."

"Very?" He asked.

"—attached to Helen." Jonathan finished.

"And how does that explain..?" Albert quirked his right eyebrow higher.

"Every single time, you are with her!"

"Isn't that how a personal maid does her job?" Albert responded, still confused.

"You always had that grin when you spend time with her."

"A grin?" He asked.

"Son, I see you depressed when you're not with her."

"Fine! Let's just say that I got used to her."

"Well then... I still remember you had a... er, race with Lala. If she won — which she did — you were going to tell her what made you blush."

"..how did you know that?" Albert asked, he was getting creeped out.

"Ah, Helen was there to watch. Just a bit though. Then the gardener was enjoying your racket. I do converse with them."

"They were there?!" He was shocked. Rather, he was embarrassed getting overheard by their conversation.

"Yes. I heard that you admitted it but didn't tell Lala about it. You even told her to break the engagement off."

"T-that's because..." Albert didn't want to finish his sentence.

"Perhaps I've been getting too far," Jonathan apologised. "Tell me, were you in love with your personal maid? You know, it's not possible to marry someone who's not in our level."

"Yeah.. I've been in love with Helen. She cares for me! And I know I cannot marry with her, plus she's older." Albert admitted.

"So, are you still in love with her?" Jonathan asked while Albert said nothing but a shrug. "I think your feelings to Helen is just a love for a mother."

It made Albert looked up, was he just imagining that he had feelings for his own maid? He doesn't know. He did change his attitude for Lala, where he once cold at her but for the past two years, he changed. Was there a meaning? Yes.

"That may be true. Perhaps the whole truth," Albert stood up, went to the door and looked back. "Thank you, father."

Just outside the room, there was a window with the view of the garden. Albert stared outside the window, looking for a particular tree. Once he had found it, he just stared at its swaying leaves and solid trunk — perfect for climbing.

'I wonder how Lala is right now...'

To be continued...