I Became The Hero's Mother (ChatGPT Translated)

I became the mother of the male lead - Episode 77

Episode 77.

I was speechless at Abel's heartfelt wish.

I should have answered, "Of course. . ."

But the sudden realization brought back the worries I had deliberately ignored, resurfacing them.

The author of "Persona," Procreathor.

The cursed beings he wanted to save, Janus and Ignis.

Their memories flooded into me, along with the voice of the divine Gaionia who had cursed them.

"Was it just a coincidence?"

Still uncertain, or rather, not wanting to believe, I couldn't simply nod my head in agreement to Abel.

Concerned about my unanswered question, Abel added with a pale face.

"My, my wish. . . You said you would definitely grant it. There's nothing that can't be done."

"Ah, yes. Master."

I couldn't pretend not to notice the trembling little child in fear.

I smiled and said nonchalantly.

"Of course. It's so obvious that it feels like a waste of a wish. Try wishing for something else."

Abel wiped his chest as if relieved and nodded.

"I don't need anything else. That's enough."

"Oh, Master, you're really. . ."

I muttered casually, afraid that tears would flow for no reason.

That's when it happened.

Abel's shadow, who was looking down at me with a happy smile, had a larger shadow cast upon it.

"Confucius. What are you doing here?"

"Ah!"

It was Azar.

"Ah, Azar."

Abel, startled, turned around and extended his palm behind him.

"What were you secretly eating? Why is your face so pale? Like someone who got caught."

"W-what! No!"

I trembled nervously along with the tense Abel.

"What are you hiding behind your back?"

"H-hiding? I'm not hiding anything."

"What is it? Can't I take a look?"

"Ah, since there's nothing hidden! Why are you like this!"

Avoiding the wandering Hazard, Abel desperately twisted his body.

Even in the midst of it, he had two hands behind him so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed.

With one hand supporting me and the other holding me in case I fell, Abel swayed continuously.

Abel's consideration was touching, but unfortunately my head was spinning.

On Abel's palm, which was shaking like something on a rocking boat, I was about to vomit.

"Stop it! Why, why did you come?"

"Ah, I was worried about Gongja-nim, so I came running."

"Worried? About what?"

"As soon as Lord Gospel Baekjang finished talking in the master's office, he looked for Gongja-nim. He asked where you were playing and I said I didn't know. I thought it would be bothersome to find Gongja-nim right away, so I tried to help discreetly."