“Would she really get hurt falling from this height?”
“Yes, Lord Bihan.
A baby’s body is incredibly fragile.
Much more so than the children at the dormitory.”
“I wish she’d grow up faster.
Anyway, I’ll have it finished and brought here within a week.”
Only when Bihan brought the crib a few days later did I understand why it had taken him so long to make.
Carved into every single railing of the large crib was…
“Is this…
you, Lord Bihan?”
Bihan’s face.
“Yeah.
So you can get used to my face quickly.
And from Ellie’s perspective, it’s better to grow up looking at a handsome man’s face anyway.
That way, she’ll have high standards for men.
Not that I have any intention of letting another guy have her, though.”
Who is he to decide whether to ‘let another guy have me’ or not?
“Even the mobile is entirely made of your face.”
No way.
Seriously?
I strained to turn my head to look at the mobile hanging above the crib.
Just as Masha said, the mobile was indeed entirely Bihan.
Bihan’s face, Bihan with his arms spread wide, Bihan holding a sword, and so on…
At that moment, I realized my judgment of Bihan being an idiot was wrong.
He wasn’t an idiot.
He was just a lunatic.
Click.
I turned toward the sound of the door opening to see Warren walking in with a cold expression.
This was the first time I had seen Warren since the day I arrived at the mansion.
“Is the crib finished?”
“What about our lord?
Why are you here alone?”
“My lord ordered me to check if the crib was made properly.”
“He could’ve just come himself.
Look.
Isn’t it amazing?”
Warren strode over, inspected the crib, and ruthlessly ripped the mobile off.
“You bastard!
What do you think you’re doing?
Do you know how long it took me to make that?”
“On something so useless?”
“Useless?
A child needs to look at beautiful things to grow well.”
“Fire.”
Whoosh…
The moment Warren muttered the spell, the mobile in his hand was engulfed in flames and burned to a crisp.
Bihan’s brow twitched.
Even in this situation, the smile on his face didn’t fade.
“Do you want to die, Warren?”
“I’ll get her a normal mobile.”
Ignoring Bihan, Warren spoke to Masha.
“Don’t ignore me, you bastard!”
“Take good care of her.”
Warren brushed off Bihan’s hand in annoyance and left the room.
He didn’t spare me a single glance.
Thank goodness.
Warren was incomparably stronger than Bihan.
I could still feel the phantom sensation of my throat being sliced by Warren’s massive sword.