I Became The Mother Of The Strongest Villain

A small house located a bit far from the village.

It was difficult to find it in such a remote place unless someone knew the location.

Still, the house had a visitor.
He was a handsome man with jet black hair and dark eyes that seemed to copy the night sky.
Particularly, his pearl-white skin didn’t go well with his all-black.

The man knocked politely.
The door opened and a little boy appeared.

The boy looked young, about eight years old.

The man and the child stared at each other.
Both frowned without saying anything.

“It is forbidden for merchants to enter.”

The voice of a child was unbelievably icy.

“So you’re cold towards your father.”

The man’s voice was so charming that once you hear it, you will never forget it.
The low, hoarse voice seemed to attract people by itself.

“It was absurd to think that those words are coming from a man who doesn’t even know he had a son.”

“I wish I had known by now.
So where is my wife?”

A man who overturned his child’s voice to the point of being angry, looked around the house to search for the woman.

He was told it was bothersome and to find them moderately, so he came after two days.
But the woman he wanted seemed to not be there.
He only saw the annoying child.

One son, that’s all.

The man had no affection for blood.
It was natural for the man who was a demon.

A world where only the strongest survive.

Affection for blood was a luxury.
There was only recognition for the powerful.

“Who do you dare call your wife?”

The boy shed energy that was close to his life.
The man gave him a pitiful expression.

Although his appearance looks like an eight-year-old child, he was actually less than two years old.
Children of the devil grew at a different rate than normal people.

The child looked four when they met and now, he already looks like an eight-year-old kid.

Such a child could not even become a small thorn to the man.

“Yuria, where is she?”

Still, since he’s a son, the man thought it would be okay to listen to his little complaints.
He asked again, changing the subject

“She’s my mother.
Get your tongue straight.
Just because you’re my father doesn’t make her your wife.”

The child’s expression appeared bloody as if he was quite angry that the man dared to call his mother his wife.

“I am your father, and she is your mother.
So, she is my wife.”

He only intended to listen to this child’s whining once, and that was more than enough.

Even if it was Yuria, that level of mercy was tremendous.

No matter how hard the child tried to deny, Yuria was the person who would eventually become his wife and his companion.

Although Yuria’s permission was necessary for him, the child’s will was not very important.

“Do you think you would get along with the sweetest, most beautiful mother in the world? A guy who looks blacker than the gum I spit out?”

Even the words directed to his father were the sharpest and poignant words to be heard.

“Is it because you’re a mongrel? Your eyes must be very bad.”

A man famous among the demons for his looks and skills laughed at the ridiculous comment.

“You can get lost now unless you don’t wish to walk on two legs because you broke your ankle.
Indeed, it will look good on you.
If you look down on the streets, there were many dogs like you.”

From a child’s point of view, the man was no different than a dog.
They wag their tails so much when someone looks at them that a person can be kind to a dog without knowing its true intentions.

The child also didn’t feel affection towards this person despite him being his father.

He was an abandoned child from the moment he was born.
He lived alone without anyone’s help.
Just before he died, he finally met Yuria who fell in love with him, and so only he can feel what having a family is like.
To the child, the only family he had was his mother, who raised him with love.
He wouldn’t feel the same to a man he had never seen before

What does blood relations have to do with him?

Although he and his mother were not related by blood, no one loved and cared for him as much as she did.

“Spanking is the medicine for a child who doesn’t listen.”

“Spanking is medicine for a deaf dog.”

The child tried to attack without hesitation.
He had no intention of listening to the man any longer.

He didn’t even need to listen.
Every time a dog barks, anyone can hear it, but no one understands it.

Regardless, it was time for his mother, Yuria, to return soon.
He didn’t want her to run into this man.

The man didn’t listen to him, so the boy had no choice but to forcefully kick him out.

The man smirked at the child’s attack.

How can a child who is only two years old try to deal with me by force?

From the devil’s point of view, he could see that there were already some buds, but it was quite reckless.

Who was he?

Wasn’t he one of the 5 Great Demon Kings?

The man was called the best devil among them.

The man easily avoided the child’s attack, but the child did not give up.
Soon, a fierce battle broke out between the man and the child.
To be precise, it was a series of the child’s persistent and bitter attacks.

Even if that were the case, he was just a child who would collapse with just one gesture.
No matter how much the man had no affection for his son, he had a bit of respect for him.
Either way, the child inherited his blood, and at the same time, he was the son of the woman he loved.

‘Tch, this is stupid.’

The reckless child who could not understand and rushed to fight would only end up being killed, even if it was not by the man’s own hands.

But the man’s patience also hit a limit.

The child’s attacks were too annoying to dismiss it as a cumbersome butterfly flapping its wings.

It was at that moment the thought of seeing Yuria with his best clothes came to him.
At most, his clothes would be a little bit crumpled.

With that in mind, the man tried to shoot out bitter energy towards the child, but a shopping cart flew out of nowhere and hit the man.

It was an attack that could be easily avoided.
Even if one barrier was opened, the shopping cart would’ve not been able to reach his body.

But the man did not.
It was because he could feel the scent of a familiar person in the shopping basket.

It was thrown by the woman he loved.
Even if she had thrown a stone, he would welcome it for the mere fact that that particular woman’s hand touched the stone.

The man, who was hit by the shopping cart and messed up, sm