The Werewolf King's Bride-Chapter 566: The Corpse

(From Demetrius’s Perspective)

I could not be back home that night. I had told Blue beforehand that my work might take a while. But I did not know it would take that long.

"You should tell Blue to control someone’s mind and get them to do all these works. It’s hard to do them all by yourself and, you know, a King doesn’t work like this. They make others do it," Luc said. I went to the magic tower first because I needed to give instructions for the work he had to do.

"I am not making Blue do something. She is pregnant and needs rest. We have a six-month-old son who is really clingy to her. Besides, she is doing her part of the paperwork while making some kind of blasting powder in her workshop. I am not giving her more work. I wish she would just rest and do nothing," I said.

Besides, my wife could not control the mind of werewolves. It was the price she had to pay for bringing me back from death.

Sometimes, a part of me wondered if she truly did not regret her decision.

’Would I regret it if I were in her place? Of course not. She is the woman I love. She is the reason I live. I would never regret it. Maybe it was the same for her after all.

She loved me so much that she did not care what kind of power she lost.’

"His Highness is right, Luc. Why would Her Highness do it? If only she says it first, she can do it. None of us have the right to ask anything of her," Ruby said. "Her Highness hates it when someone expects her to do it. Don’t even mention something like this to her."

"When we can do something easily, why won’t we?" Luc muttered.

"Just no. Don’t ruin the mood, you punk," I said.

After explaining what he had to do as fast as possible, I returned to the palace. I got my wife and son’s scent as soon as I went near her office.

"Say it again, honey. Come on. Say it," I heard from the inside.

I opened the door slowly. She did not even hear or notice anything. My son was on the floor, staring at his mother, wondering if she had gone mad, as she literally lay on her stomach on the ground in front of him.

"Come on, baby. Say it again. Say ’mama’. Come on, honey. Say ’mama’."

Dion stared at her while she kept repeating the same thing. He tried to move his lips and then I heard it.

"Mama…"

"Oh my gosh! You said it!" Blue exclaimed and took him in her arms. She could not contain her happiness. I had never seen her express her happiness so openly.

"Did he just…?" I mumbled.

"You are here, oh gosh!" Blue got up quickly and hugged me with Dion in her arms. "Did you hear it? He said ’mama’! Oh my… I’m gonna cry…"

She wiped her tears while filling our son with kisses.

"Did you just say ’mama’?" I took him in my arms and kissed him. He giggled. "Can you say ’dada’? Can you? Dada…"

"Mama…"

Blue laughed. "Good boy," she said and kissed him again.

"I never thought his first word would be this soon," I said. "It’s a real surprise."

"I know, right? This morning, he woke up and after I fed him, Perita was playing with her while I worked. All of a sudden, he said ’mama’. I was really surprised. I have been trying to get him to say it again for the last half an hour or so. Now, he said it finally," she said, grinning broadly.

"Oh, Dem, I can’t believe it…"

I kissed her on the forehead. "He is a mama’s boy."

"Come on, honey. He will say ’dada’ soon enough."

"No, not that. Didn’t you see how happy he becomes every time he sees you? He loves you a lot. He loves me too, but nothing can beat the way a son loves his mother," I said. "It’s beautiful. I said I would not like it if any other man showed his love to you.

But really, it makes me so happy when our little boy looks at you like you are his whole world."

She smiled. "He really loves me, doesn’t he?"

Our son’s love was unconditional. He depended on us as we were his parents. To him, we, especially his mother, were his whole world. He was innocent and his love was real.

"He does. He loves you a lot," I said.

I had another meeting that day. But Blue was going to go in my instead. She nagged me to take some rest and when I was not listening, she said I would not be able to get any sex for the next months until she gave birth.

She knew which string to pull.

I remained in bed with Dion while she put on her shirt and pants.

"I honestly do not like this," I said.

"What? My clothes?"

"No, the fact that you are going alone."

"It’s a meeting. Don’t be ridiculous," she said. "Besides, it’s only the duke’s mansion. You need rest. You know I don’t leave the palace without you unless it’s an emergency."

"You went to do shopping."

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"That was that one time," she said.

I just groaned and brushed Dion’s hair with my finger. He had quite a lot of hair. Blue always praised how perfect his hair was. She said he got my hair. Maybe he did. It was true that my hair was quite healthy and there was too much hair on my head.

Dion had fallen asleep after all the excitement, especially on his mother’s part. Because Dion said ’mama’, Blue had been way too excited and would not stop kissing him. She sent a letter to King Ford about it as well. She would have gone to the magic tower to tell Luc and Ruby about it if I had not told her that Luc had gone out.

After putting on her coat and braiding her long hair, she came to the bed and gave me a kiss. She also kissed Dion who was on my chest.

"I will come back as soon as I’m done. I don’t like to stay out much," she said.

"Yeah," I muttered. "Come back soon. We will miss you."

"Just for a few hours, honey. I will race back to you right after the meeting, I promise."

Blue went with Perita and her brother. Blue had quite a long argument with her knight about making her brother Blue’s personal knight. Blue did not listen to her and made Perita’s brother her personal knight anyway.

I fell asleep within a while as I was tired.

*clack*

I almost jumped.

There was a strange smell in the air. The whole room smelled like my wife, but the scent was not too strong. It meant she was not here or had not been here in a while. I got up, putting my hand on my son’s back so he would not fall or wake up.

Along with the strange smell, there was a very familiar smell as well.

The smell of blood.

I checked my son first before grabbing my blade from the side of the bed and following the path where the smell of blood was coming from. The strange smell was also from there.

It was from the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and almost charged at the corpse there.

"Oh, fuck," I muttered under my breath, securing my arm around my son as I looked around.

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No one was there. There was no smell of someone else in the air as well. It was just the corpse. It was the corpse of a maid. She was most probably the maid who usually did my wife’s hair. She was lying on the cold stone floor of the bathroom on her stomach, her limbs cut off as well as her head.

With her blood, there was a message on the floor.

You should not have come here.

Who wrote it? And who was the message for? By ’you, did it mean the maid? Or someone else?

One thing was sure. She was not killed with magic. She was killed with a sharp blade; I came to the conclusion when I examined the dead body.

Now, it was a problem. How the hell someone came into the grand bedroom and killed my wife’s maid in the bathroom? And how did the maid even get here? If she had come through the door, which was the only way to come to our room since teleportation was something only Blue could do in a magic-restricted room, I would have heard it.

I stroked my son’s hair. "Sorry for bringing you into this messed up place, little Dion. Your life is not going to be that normal."