Chapter 260
She decided to sit on a nearby bench and keep an eye on Mikael. Since she couldn’t leave Casilia alone either, she brought her along, planning to relax in the fresh air while reading a picture book to her.
“If you want to go out, you need to finish your meal first, right?”
“I a’most done!”
Ysaris chuckled at her son’s muffled words, his mouth stuffed with food. Even when parenting alone exhausted her, moments like this made energy surge from somewhere inexplicable.
“Eat slowly. No need to rush. And it’s quite cold lately, so bundle up. You might not need a scarf yet, but let’s change into winter clothes.”
Munch, munch, gulp.
Mikael swallowed quickly and blinked up at her with wide eyes.
“Ppiu no wear cwothes?”
“Her feathers are enough. If she’s cold, she won’t want to go out—we can let her rest inside then.”
“Mm, okay.”
“Mmm!”
Casilia, who’d been quietly spooning soup, grumbled around her utensil. With no one else to watch the children, Ysaris had no choice but to bundle up her youngest and take her along.
The sky was clear and bright. As Mikael dashed ahead, chattering to Ppiu, Ysaris settled onto the bench with Casilia in her arms.
“Sleepy, Casilia? You keep yawning.”
“Mmeh…”
The baby nuzzled her face into Ysaris’ shoulder, her whine clear: Naptime, not storytime.
Watching her grumpy daughter, Ysaris smiled apologetically. She missed the woman who’d once helped as a nanny—gone now for months.
Lena’s words when Ysaris had recovered enough to move around.
She’d ignored the last part but agreed with the sentiment, letting the nanny leave. The result? Hauling one child around whenever the other moved.
It wasn’t a real hardship. Both were well-behaved, and Casilia—less active than Mikael—was easier to manage.
Polite or lazy, depending on perspective.
“Kazhan too…”
‘Was he like this as a child?’
Ysaris swallowed the rest. Memories she tried to suppress swirled anyway, dizzying her.
She knew nothing of Kazhan’s childhood. When she’d pestered him, he’d apologized awkwardly—no memories worth sharing. Back then, she’d thought he was hiding something. Now she understood, hiding his identity as a Tennilath. His journey from Uzephia to Pyrein suggested his childhood was as bleak as he’d implied.
“……”
It struck her how little she truly knew of Kazhan. She’d prided herself on knowing Cain well—but that man was fiction.
The differences between Cain and Kazhan were stark. Appearance, voice, speech, gaze, expressions—even habits. No wonder she hadn’t recognized him.
How could someone change so much in just four years?
“Haa.”
She sighed, closing her eyes. Exhausting, how scenes she’d thought forgotten still clawed into her mind.
The fiery rage had faded with time—but that didn’t mean she’d forgiven him.
And what was the point of trying to understand him now?
After all, Kazhan was…
…not thinking of her anymore either.
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