Parenting in Full Bloom! The Former Villainous Noble Son Who Found His Love Nest - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Translator: sleepingjay
At any rate, I wonder just why that kid was in a rural area like this.
After all, the clothes worn on his figure were unmistakably custom-made and all the gorgeous ornaments were of the highest grade.
Glossy hair, dewy skin, and beautiful looks you wouldn’t chance upon in a village like this; there was a limit to how unsuitable to the countryside one could be.
He was probably injured when he knocked me down.
That tiny palm, which endured pain to protect my back, was healed by me when we parted ways.
If it was my past self, I wouldn’t heal people no matter how high they raised their price. This was even more so for children, which I hated.
How annoying.
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Children that I disliked, nobility resembling the past me that I disliked.
While grumbling snaæpishly, prepared medicine. Although I was a healer, it was still not good to solve everything with magic.
What should heal naturally should be treated using medicinal herbs.
I kneaded the medicinal herbs that gave off an odour so bad it would make one want to pinch their nose. Just when I thought it was time I took a break, the house’s door was forcefully and rudely banged on.
Was it those idiots again!
“I told you not to beat the door, didn’t I!”
“Kyaa—!”
When I opened the door, there they were, the children I hated.
Who knew what they found so interesting, but every time around this hour, they would come to my house and make boring chit-chat until they left.
Today, all sorts of things happened so I was tired.
When I turned my back to them to force them to return home immediately, who knew how they misunderstood but my back was jumped on.
“Agh! H-hey, you might get hurt you know!”
“Because~~ When we ask for piggybacks, you get mad, no?”
“Of course I would!”
Day after day, I couldn’t even receive wages as small as a sparrow’s tears, yet I was still working hard for the sake of the village.
Hence, I hadn’t had any physical strength to make children’s protective charms after my work.
I shook my body to throw the kid off.
As I did that, this monster piggybacking on me and clinging to my back screeched delightedly.
“D-damn it! I don’t want to entertain you, you know?!”
“Whaaaat? Can you shake shake again?”
“No, I’m telling you to get off!”
“I can’t hear you~”
What a bunch of rascals.
These kids inconsiderately put themselves first. If I scolded them even a little, their eyes would tear up and their lips would suddenly become pursed. As if, like they said, I was the one at fault.
When they became like that, I couldn’t be fierce against these children.
And if they cried their eyes out again to the point of wailing waah waah, and told me, “Don’t hate us,” then I also couldn’t get angry at them, could I?
