Chapter: 5

It’s been two months since she’s been on the run.

For the past week, Astelle has been on the second floor of the small bakery.

During the day, she made bread or helped with chores at the store downstairs, and at night she slept with her child in a small room on the second floor.

It was a difficult life, but she couldn’t do anything about it running on a tight budget.

Still, this place wasn’t bad compared to other places.

The owner of the store was good, and because it was a small rural village, there were not many people.

Astelle went to bed and shook the child buried under the old quilt to wake him up.

“Theor.”

The dark-haired child lying in the bed slowly got up and opened his eyes.

Dark red pupils were revealed in the delicate eyes.

‘Please, I prayed you didn’t have his eyes.’

However, the child was born to resemble his father’s dark hair and red eyes.

Still, Theor was a lovely child.

The little face was cute like a doll. After waking up, the child rubbed his eyes with a small hand.

Astelle held the child’s soft white cheeks affectionately in both hands and said, looking at his eyes.

“Theor, do you remember what mom said?”

The child tilted his head and blinked his sleepy eyes.

“Ooh… a play?”

“Yes.”

Fortunately, Astelle’s child, Theor, was smart for his age and understood well.

Ever since the child learned to speak, and was able to understand the wordplay, Astelle has been practicing with the child for things like this.

Astelle raised the child’s head and opened the medicine bottle she found in the closet.

Then, she dropped each drop into the eyes of the child who she gently lifted the face of.

As Theor blinked, his blood-red eyes gradually turned blue as if the paint was spreading.

“Thank you for your patience.”