I Became The Hero's Mother (ChatGPT Translated)

I became the mother of the male lead - Episode 45

Episode 45.

Mikhail looked at me affectionately and smiled.

I faced him, smiled back, and calmed my nervous heart as I closed the distance between us.

Outside the door, I was worried as if I was about to fall into the Serengeti grassland, but once I entered, my tension quickly disappeared.

If there were speakers, the solemn and devout Sanctus of the Libera Choir would have played in the background. . .

"Why doesn't His Grace attend the baptism? It seems like he's very worried about Youngae. . ."

Mikhail asked as if it didn't matter even if Hades was by his side.

I awkwardly smiled and turned my head sideways.

"It's overprotectiveness. I'm not going into a den of monsters."

"Rather than that, I think you were worried because there are men among the priests."

Mikhail nodded as if he understood Hades very well and guided me to a small altar that seemed to have been brought directly from the temple.

"Since it's not a shoe baptism, physical contact is inevitable. If Youngae is uncomfortable, should I ask only the female priests to perform the baptism?"

No, I didn't even think about such consideration overflowing like this.

To Mikhail, who handles all suspicious situations coolly from the beginning, I lost my words.

There's nothing too suspicious, it's more like being ridiculed.

But for now, I had to get closer and confirm all the people in the temple, including Mikhail, so I nodded.

"They came from a far distance because of me. I'm not uncomfortable. Thank you."

"I'm glad. Then, may I start with a blessing for Youngae's health and the union of the two families?"

"It's an honor, Your Excellency."

While looking at me, Mikhail smiled faintly.

He soon climbed up the altar and faced me, slightly bowing his head and touching his forehead against mine.

In that moment, I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose at the scent that was emanating from him, forgetting about my aimless behavior.

Even a handsome face that was right in front of my nose.

Mikhail Laigart, the substitute official.

The typical image of the "church oppa," who becomes the first love of many women!

It was difficult not to have a favorable impression of this man, who had a clean and respectable appearance and emitted a feeling of "I'm kind!" as soon as he opened his mouth, while I was captivated by his mysterious scent and charm, staring blankly with blinking eyes.

"Sister Rosaline."

He called the female official who was waiting behind him as he descended from the low altar.

In that moment, I felt a very pure and gentle energy flowing from her lips to my forehead as she gently kissed it. The soft energy enveloped my whole body once, and I was surprised.

Oh my.

This is the ability of 'recovery' that the new officials have succeeded in the second opening.

It may be an inappropriate analogy, but if we must compare.

After paying a lot of money and receiving a full-body massage at a skilled massage shop, I was so good that I even felt drowsy.