Free Web NovelChapter 413: You Want to Know About my Mother...?
...Yikes.
She had been alive when the legendary Queen Irina was still queen. fгeewebnovёl.com
At the cusp of her youth too.
That meant she had definitely been around for many millennia, and she had served one of the most famous and powerful Amazon queens in history.
Ah, but she had a mother?
I mean, definitely she had a mother. Everyone has a mother.
What am I even saying?
I have just never seen her before, never heard anyone mention her, never even considered that Marina might have family beyond the village.
"Ehhh?" I rested on the balcony’s handrail and watched some Amazons moving around in the village below. They looked like tiny figures from this height, going about their evening routines. "I wonder how your mother looks like. Is she as sharp and commanding as you are?"
"Mhm... For starters, I believe she will be completely open to bearing your child, if you politely asked," Marina calmly replied, her voice as flat and unreadable as ever. "Should I bring you a seat, so we can have our discussion here? You appear to fancy this area."
"Haha, you noticed, huh!" I scratched my head and laughed a bit, feeling a flush of warmth creep up my neck. "Fine, fine. Let’s stay here. This is a good spot. Nice view too. Very peaceful."
...Awkward...!
Wait, wait, wait!!
Has Marina always been this beautiful?!
I mean, I have seen her before, obviously.
I have talked to her before, at least briefly.
But this is the first time I have actually properly looked at her.
The sharp line of her jaw, the deep emerald of her eyes, the way her dark hair framed her face in a way that was both severe and elegant.
The calm confidence in her posture, the way she held herself like someone who had nothing to prove and everything to offer.
And seriously, this would be the first time since reincarnating here that I have spoken this long with her already!
All our previous conversations were brief and functional, transactional — a question here, a response there, never anything that lasted more than a few exchanges.
But here we are, standing on her balcony, talking, and I am suddenly aware of just how little I actually know about her... And how accepting her mother will be to bearing my child, apparently.
She brought two stools with three legs each, the kind that looked deceptively simple but were clearly crafted with care and attention to detail.
They were high enough that if I stretched my neck and straightened my back—giraffed enough, as I liked to think of it—I could see past the balcony railing and take in the view of the village below.
And they were wide enough to support the entirety of my butt comfortably, which was more than I could say for some of the seating arrangements I had encountered in Verdant Spire.
And what is this divine softness?!
The form of the stool is amazing on my ass.
The cushioning, the slight give of the material, the way it seemed to mold itself to my shape—it was like sitting on a cloud that had been specifically designed for my posterior.
Marina clearly knew how to choose her furniture, and I made a mental note to ask her where she had acquired these stools so I could get some for myself.
She also used the chance to bring me some nice tea. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
The cup was warm in my hands, ceramic and smooth, with a faint vined pattern painted along the rim that I had not noticed at first.
The tea itself was fragrant and inviting, steam rising in gentle curls that carried the scent of something herbal and slightly sweet.
She had prepared it with care, I could tell, and the fact that she had gone to the trouble of making tea for me felt like a small but significant gesture of hospitality.
So feminine, this woman.
Everything about her was refined and deliberate—the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she had arranged her home and her life with such obvious intention.
"So..." I brought the cup down a bit, lowering it from my lips so I could look at her properly.
She was sitting at my side on another stool, her posture straight, and her emerald eyes fixed on something in the distance. "What type of person is your mother? You mentioned her earlier, and I am curious. What was she like? What kind of woman raises someone like you?"
"You want to know about my mother?" Marina shifted a strand of auburn hair to her ears, tucking it behind the shell with a gesture that was so graceful and natural that I could not help but gawk.
The way her fingers moved, the slight tilt of her head, the way the light caught the reddish tones in her dark hair — it was very nice to watch, and I found myself momentarily distracted by the simple elegance of the motion.
She continued; "She... is not here in Verdant Spire, at least. All Amazons are welcome to join Verdant Spire, but not all Amazons view themselves as part of this village. My mother included. She has her own path and her own choices that do not involve living among the warrior sisters of this forest."
...Wait, I hope I did not poke on something sore.
The way she said that suggested that this was not a light topic for her.
Marina continued, and I noticed she had not taken her tea cup from the small table since she had placed it there.
It sat untouched, the steam still rising from its surface, as if she had forgotten about it entirely.
Her hands were clasped in her lap, her fingers interlaced, and her gaze remained fixed on the distance as she spoke.
"She raised me and Deva in a human kingdom," she said, her voice carrying a weight that had not been there before. "I watched her toil for us both for many years. She worked tirelessly, sacrificing her own comfort and her own desires to ensure that we had everything we needed.
"She was a high-class courtesan—one of the most sought-after and respected in entire kingdoms. And because of her position, she had serious wars started out because rulers wanted her for themselves. Kings and princes and lords fought over her, waged battles and truly spilled blood, all for the chance to possess her."
That... was not something I had expected to hear when I had asked about Marina’s mother.
"Her line of work was what—
