I Became The Hero's Mother (ChatGPT Translated)

I became the mother of the male lead - Episode 59

Episode 59.

After Hades left, I peacefully fell asleep.

The state of my body, depleted of magic, felt similar to being physically exhausted.

Even though I knew in my head that it wasn't a time for leisurely sleep, when I closed my eyes, it felt as if I had been anesthetized. . .

And instinctively, I could feel that this was a dream.

"Janus."

Such a vivid state of mind that I wondered if this was a lucid dream.

In this dream, surprisingly, I instinctively perceived facts that I had never known before.

Who the man in front of me was, and what kind of woman "Janus" was.

"What kind of dream is this?"

However, one thing was uncertain.

In the dream, I was facing the man through the eyes of a woman named Janus, but I couldn't tell if I was Janus herself or just observing them as a spectator.

"You're crying."

The man gently stroked my head as if comforting me.

His soft, wavy hair, drawn just like the clear sky, fluttered lightly in the faint breeze.

The man's name was Procrustes.

The first child created by the divine Gaia, and one of the three children she loved the most.

He resembled Gaia and was all-powerful, and because he was the only one not cursed, he could still use his blessed abilities.

Procrustes pulled me onto his lap.

Tears stained his hand as it brushed against my cheek.

As he said, I was crying.

Because. . .

"Are you sad?"

". . . . Yes."

Unlike the ruined and devastated heart that has already burned down and cannot be found, the world I see is very peaceful.

Procreathor's affectionate and kind face, the plane tree that casts shade on us with its comfort. . .

The gentle breeze, the peaceful green land, and the calm and clear sky. . .

"Stop crying."

"I failed again this time. I didn't even want to meet. . ."

"That child wouldn't blame you."

"I know."

I wiped my tearful face with my hand and said,

"That's why I'm even sadder. I wish they would blame and curse me instead."

After that, I cried out loud like a little child.

Procreathor, who used to tell me not to cry, no longer tried to stop me and just quietly stayed by my side.

When I no longer had the strength to cry.

Looking at me with pity as I gasped for breath, Procreathor gently stroked my head as he always did.

"You met Ignis before, didn't you?"

"Ah."

Ignis, too, was a child abandoned by his father for the crime of killing his lover, just like me.

There was once a very peaceful past. . .

We were humans, but we were more like gods because we were loved.