Chapter 150: Motherly Love

“Wait a minute!”

Liyakade suddenly thought of something even more crucial.

“If I’m the child of a human woman and a succubus, then who is my human mother?”

The first person Liyakade thought of was her original mother in the Onions Family.

But then she reconsidered—her mother had married the Head of the Onions Family, so she must have had a normal sexual orientation. There was no way she could be her own mother.

It couldn’t be that after giving birth to her with a succubus, she then married the Head of the Onions Family, right?

That would be too outrageous.

“She was an ordinary human woman, but I don’t know who she was either. I only know she was a commoner.”

Korim shook her head, answering Liyakade’s doubt.

“Then what about my succubus mother?”

Liyakade pressed on, still not giving up.

“Your succubus mother has already passed away. When you were just born, turmoil suddenly broke out within the Demon Race, and all the demons were swept into war. Your mother died amidst the chaos.”

“To protect you, I first sent you to a Noble family that owed our people a favor and asked them to raise you to adulthood.”

Speaking up to this point, Korim’s anger surged.

Her clan had shown significant kindness to the Onions Family, yet they couldn’t even properly care for a single child.

Not only was Liyakade neglected from childhood, living in loneliness, but after she entered the Royal Magic Academy, they even sold her to Irina Zi, subjecting her to endless torment.

“…Alright.”

Hearing that one birth mother had already died and the other was nowhere to be found, Liyakade felt a wave of sadness.

Now she finally understood why the people of the Onions Family never welcomed her, why her adoptive parents seldom met her, and why they even tried to sell her off.

It was because Liyakade had been sent by the Demon Race, a child with Demon Bloodline.

If they didn’t get rid of her in time and the Kingdom found out, their entire family would fall into crisis.

So, the title of Curse Child didn’t seem wrong at all.

Thinking of her two birth mothers, Liyakade felt both sorrow and regret.

But since she had transmigrated here, her feelings for them were limited. She decided to let the past rest.

“Liyakade.”

At that moment, Liyakade suddenly felt a pull and fell into a soft, warm embrace.

The seductive and teasing air from before was gone—only gentleness remained.

Korim softly called Liyakade’s name, holding her tightly and burying Liyakade’s white little head in her embrace.

A faint milky fragrance, carrying warmth, lingered at Liyakade’s nose.

Even though the ** was so abundant, Liyakade, nestled within, felt no suffocation or discomfort—only a gentle and soothing wrap.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Wandering for so long…”

“It’s alright now. You can come home. If you want to stay with those you love, then remain with them in the royal city.”

“If living in the royal city becomes unbearable, bring the ones you love and come back.”

“If those you love no longer love you, just come back to me.”

“I’ll always be here waiting for you. I’ll always be with you. In this world, you are not without a place to belong. If you ever want to return, you can do so at any time.”

“Ko…rim…”

“Uu…”

Listening to Korim’s words, Liyakade, who had been holding it together, suddenly choked up.

Tears welled up uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes and dripped onto that pale, soft embrace.

Within Korim’s warmth, Liyakade felt a mother’s love.

Even in her previous life, her real-world parents had never said such words to her.

[No matter what you become, as long as you wish, you can always come back. I will protect you.]

“Good girl, Liyakade.”

Korim stroked Liyakade’s white little head, gently smoothing her long hair with the other hand.

“If you want to cry, then cry. Here, you can cry until you’re exhausted. Cry a hundred times if you must.”

“Ugh…annoying…don’t say a hundred times…”

Liyakade, teary-eyed, glanced at Korim and, unable to hold back, began to sob loudly in her embrace.

No one knew how long she cried, but eventually, Liyakade’s cries grew weaker, and she fell silent.

Her eyelids grew heavier, her breathing even, and leaning in Korim’s arms, Liyakade slowly drifted to sleep.

Watching Liyakade in her embrace, Korim’s small face broke into a gratified smile.

***

“Hey! Let me out! I wasn’t spreading rumors! I didn’t slander anyone! I just wanted to urgently report this to His Majesty the King!!!”

In the pitch-black dungeon, Eric gripped the iron bars with both hands, shaking them violently as he shouted.

Back when Eric was first dragged down here, he had already fallen into despair.

His Academy life and Noble status were all lost, and all that remained was an endless stretch of days in this cell.

However, when the uproar broke out in the classroom, Eric’s dead heart suddenly flickered back to life.

Because he had overheard Liyakade and the others arguing with His Majesty the King in the hallway.

He never imagined that those things weren’t just rumors—he had accidentally revealed the truth.

Watching Field burst through the doors, Eric secretly rejoiced.

He thought to himself, didn’t he just do a great deed?

He had helped His Majesty the King uncover his daughter’s peculiar preferences, allowing the king to correct her early before things got worse.

By that logic, His Majesty the King should even thank him!

After a long time, His Majesty the King finally came out of the classroom.

At this moment, he had just finished speaking with Sistem.

In the hallway, Eric, who had originally been detained, now stood tall, eagerly awaiting praise and reward from the king.

However… only four words awaited him.

Return to the dungeon.

“I clearly helped His Majesty the King uncover such important information! Why, why am I still being locked up?”

“So noisy! You’ve been yelling nonstop since you got in here!”

Suddenly, Eric was kicked from behind.

The man was broad and stout, greasy and wild-haired, with a beard that looked like it hadn’t been shaved in ages, but he still seemed quite burly.

The dungeon walls and iron bars were all made of Magic Suppression Stone.

Because of this, Eric couldn’t access any magic here.

Spoiled since birth, he could only be beaten up by others in the cell.

And as a Noble, Eric didn’t even get a cell to himself.

“I’ve been listening to your whining forever. What’s all the fuss about?! Tell me, damn it!”

The fat man kicked Eric on the ground again, grumbling impatiently.

“Kingdom’s Third Princess…”

“Huh, what about the Kingdom’s Third Princess? Speak clearly!”

“The Kingdom’s Third Princess… she likes girls. And she’s tangled in a girls’ love triangle with two others. I told His Majesty the King about it so he could correct it sooner. So why am I being locked up!”

Upon hearing this, the fat man froze for two seconds.

Then his face suddenly contorted in horror.

“Get lost! I know nothing!”

With that, he kicked Eric several more times, leaving him howling on the floor.

The fat man didn’t know what Eric’s status was before imprisonment.

But for someone like him with no background, knowing of a royal’s scandalous private life meant a high chance of being silenced.

After all, only the dead keep secrets best.