I Became The Mother Of The Strongest Villain

ed, letting the bright sunlight shine in, revealing silky black hair, and a pair of shining obsidian eyes.
The child’s skin was white like milk, his facial features nestled so perfectly into his tiny face, making it impossible to look away.
Yuria couldn’t even imagine how beautiful the child would become once he matured.

At the sudden disappearance of the towel, the child tilted his head and blinked in confusion.
Yuria couldn’t help but smile, seeing his clumsy appearance with his arms still hanging in the air.
His rosy face from the bath matched with his pale face, making him look just like a doll.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

The child didn’t answer; he’d never known what it was like to not be uncomfortable.

“I’m hungry now, shall we eat?”

The child did not answer this time either.
He just wiggled his fingers and stared back at Yuria.
A rumbling came from the child’s stomach, startled by the sound, his eyes opened wide and he reflexively covered his stomach.
Then, pretending nothing happened he slowly turned his head and placed his gaze elsewhere.
His ears flushed in embarrassment.

“I guess I’m very hungry.
There’s thunder in my stomach,” Yuria said, having noticed the child’s embarrassed appearance, as if the sound came from her.

The child’s eyes turned to her in thought.

Obviously, the sound came from me, why is she saying it came from her?

The child hesitated to correct Yuria.
In his past, he really had been beaten for various reasons.
Sometimes just for staring at his meal, being unlucky, not crying, or… when his stomach grumbled.
As such he couldn’t easily speak the truth of the matter.

Looking at the anxious child, Yuria kindly said, “Wait a minute, I’ll get it ready!”

At Yuria’s words the child stopped worrying, she was already headed to the kitchen before he had to decide.
He stood quietly and watched Yuria prepare the food.

Yuria prepared a light meal for the child.
Whenever she remembers the hungry child, she wants him to eat without reserve, but it could be burdensome since he hadn’t eaten properly in the past.
Thus Yuria was planning to make porridge and a salad using the vegetables she grew in her small garden.

Soon the meal was ready.

“Sweetie?” Yuria called, thinking it was time to eat, and looked at the child rigidly standing in the distance.

She first put down a chair for the child before serving the food.
Yuria had been living alone so there weren’t any children’s items.
Even if he were to sit he wouldn’t be able to climb up the chair himself.

Yuria’s expression became regretful upon this realization, “I’m sorry.
I didn’t take care of your needs.”

The child didn’t understand her meaning; why was she apologizing to him when she hadn’t done anything against him? All the people who’d hurt him never apologized.
Yuria was strange and weird, but he didn’t hate her weirdness, it made her more likable.

I like the fluffy feeling I’m feeling right now, that might be why I don’t dislike her.

Soon after, Yuria hoisted the child up onto the chair, and she set out the prepared meal on the table.

“Do you know how to hold a fork?” Yuria asked carefully, worried his hands were too small to properly grip a fork.

The child was soon troubled; he’d never held a fork before.
All he’d been allowed to do was crawl on the floor like an animal and eat the discarded food scraps.

Reading the hesitation on the child’s face, Yuria decided to feed the child herself.
He can always learn later.
There was no need to force the child to learn unfamiliar actions so suddenly, after finally finding a home.

When Yuria offered food to the child, he looked at it with a shocked expression, completely confused at what she was trying to do, and shuddered at the food presented.

Yuria looked at the child affectionately and said, “It’s okay to eat it.”

Despite her reassurance, the child did not take the food Yuria offered.
He’d never experienced it before, so he didn’t know how to react.
His stomach growled again, compelling him to accept the food from Yuria.
The first step was always the hardest, afterwards, the child contentedly ate the food Yuria gave him.

Whenever he took another bite, his eyes would widen.
He had ‘I’ve eaten something so good before’ written all over his face.
He looked up after every mouthful, worried the food would disappear if he touched it.

Yuria looked on warmly at the child’s cute behavior.
After the meal, Yuria and the child were left facing each other.
It’d only been two days since they’d started living together.
Until now, she’d been calling the child ‘sweetie’ but she couldn’t keep calling him that forever, she also hadn’t told him her name yet.

So before asking the child’s name, Yuria first introduced herself, “My name is Yuria.
What’s your name sweetie?”

The child shook his head in reply.
Even just when shaking his head, he looked like such a lovable child.
He was such a cute and pitiful child that it was hard to understand his feelings at first glance.

Soon, the child opened his mouth.

“… Monster, trash… abandoned….”

That’s what the child was taught his name was.