Chapter 680: The Great Misunderstanding ( 680 )

Viessa looked around the lively courtyard, the laughter of nobles and the soft notes of elven music filling the air. The newlyweds were surrounded by well-wishers, and the celebration was in full swing.

But something bothered her.

Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd again.

No Liana.

Her smile thinned.

"Dear, I’m going to check on Liana," Viessa said, brushing invisible dust off her sleeves.

He looked over, puzzled. "Didn’t she step away to attend their young master?"

Viessa shook her head slightly. "It’s been too long. She’s missing her sister’s moment. I’ll be back shortly."

She didn’t wait for a reply. With graceful steps, she made her way across the courtyard, through the arched side path that led to the guest rooms. A few guards bowed as she passed, recognizing the queen’s sister-in-law.

Inside her mind, she sighed.

Mylezra is already tending to that boy... Javier, was it? Then why is Liana not back yet? Surely she didn’t abandon her duties just because of one unconscious guest... no matter how handsome.

She frowned slightly.

She better not be skipping out on her responsibilities just to fuss over that boy.

Unless... she has another reason.

Viessa’s steps quickened as she turned the corner.

"Where is my daughter?" Viessa asked, her tone firm but composed.

One of the maids nearby quickly bowed. "Madam, I believe Miss Liana are in the guestroom... attending to the young man who collapsed earlier."

Viessa raised an eyebrow. "Why is no one else taking over to care for him?"

"I-I’m sorry, Madam. Miss Liana insisted on personally tending to him."

"...I see. Very well. Continue your duties."

"Yes, Madam!" The maid bowed again and hurried off.

Viessa turned away with narrowed eyes, her thoughts swirling.

That man... he’s the youngest son of Count Garius, isn’t he? Javier...

Liana told me he’s still a child, but from what I glimpsed earlier... he’s far from looking like one. Tall, lean, sharp-eyed... That’s not the look of a child.

Her pace grew brisker as she walked down the corridor, heels clicking softly on the polished floor.

What’s their relationship, exactly? Why is Liana attending to him so personally?

She paused briefly in front of the guestroom door, her expression unreadable.

They’re not even in the Armand region. There’s no duty binding her here. So why...?

With a soft breath, Viessa reached for the handle.

The door opened quietly.

Inside, she found Liana and Gloria kneeling beside the couch—attentive, quiet, and clearly worried.

"Liana?"

Liana turned quickly. "Yes, Mother?"

Viessa stepped in with her usual grace, her arms crossed loosely. "You both have siblings celebrating the most important day of their lives. Shouldn’t you be out there with them by now?"

"I’m sorry, Madam Viessa," Gloria answered with a polite smile. "But this young man is our young master in the Armand region. It’s our responsibility to care for him."

Viessa narrowed her eyes. "Hmm? But you’re not in Armand anymore, you’re in the Elven Kingdom. Here, you have no such duty."

She raised her voice just slightly.

"No excuses. Go and present yourselves. Greet the guests, be with your family—do what you’re meant to do on a day like this."

"But—" Liana tried to protest.

"No ’but,’ Liana." Viessa’s tone was firm, but not cruel. "Now go. Call one of our household maids to take over this task."

Gloria lowered her eyes but didn’t resist.

Liana sighed deeply.

Viessa approached and gently reached for Liana’s wrist, intending to pull her away.

Just then..

A faint groan escaped from the couch.

Javier stirred, eyes still half-closed.

Liana and Gloria’s eyes widened in unison.

"Y-Young Master...?" Liana whispered.

Javier’s hand twitched.

With a pained breath, he sat up suddenly, eyes barely open, his vision hazy and unfocused.

"...Liana...?"

His voice was hoarse.

Without warning, Javier reached forward—

And collapsed into Viessa’s chest.

"...!"

Viessa blinked, stunned.

Liana gasped.

Gloria froze, hand half-raised.

Javier buried his face into her soft bosom with a relieved sigh, completely unaware.

"...Liana..." he mumbled again, arms weakly wrapping around Viessa’s waist.

"U-Um... err... y-young man...?" Viessa stuttered, utterly stunned.

Her eyes widened as she looked down—this handsome, well-built young man, barely clothed in his torn noble outfit, was burying his face deep into her chest.

His arms were loosely around her waist, and he looked far too comfortable.

"YOUNG MASTER!!!"

Javier blinked.

"...Huh?"

SMACK!

A hand slapped the back of his head with zero mercy.

"That’s my mother!!" Liana shouted.

"Eh!?"

Javier looked up, dazed—and finally realized the truth.

He wasn’t hugging Liana.

He was hugging another woman.

His eyes widened in pure horror.

"W-Wait, wait, I—I was half-asleep—!"

Viessa still stood frozen, her hands lightly raised as if unsure whether to push him away or cover her chest. Her face was bright red, eyes darting between Liana and the blushing boy now backing off in a panic.

"I-I didn’t mean—!"

"Don’t talk!" Liana yelled, veins popping as she grabbed Javier by the collar and started dragging him away from her mother. "You perverted little lord!"

Viessa exhaled and tried to regain her composure.

She looked down at the boy again—seeing his flustered expression, those panicked eyes.

...He really is handsome for his age...

"Your dick should be cut by now!!" Liana shrieked, still dragging him across the polished floor.

"EEEEPPP!! LIANA!! I didn’t know!" Javier cried.

"Don’t you dare play dumb! Not only Armand region! You did it in Beastkin Kingdom! You made chaos in Dwarven Territory! Now here! HERE, in the Elven Kingdom, and you hug my mother!?"

"It was an accident!! I saw boobs and thought it was you!!"

"YOU PERVERT!!"

"AAAHHHH!! NOT THE FACE!! NOT THE FACE!!"

Gloria, standing to the side, calmly closed the guest room door and locked it.

Javier cried in terror as he tried to crawl backward across the polished floor—but his legs gave out from the earlier exhaustion.

"Liana!! Don’t punch the face!!"

"Eeekkk!! My leg!! My leg!! Don’t break it!!"

Gloria stepped forward, her calm and refined smile sending shivers down his spine.

"My~ Young Master... you look quite healthy now. That means you don’t mind a little punishment, right~?"

Her voice was sweet.

"Young~ Master~" Liana’s voice dropped to a cute, sing-song tone as she cracked her knuckles. "How could you not notice my mother’s hair is blonde... while mine is silver~?"

"I didn’t notice!! My eyes were hazy!! I’m sorry— I’M SORRRYYYY!!!"

Punch after punch rained down.

"Not the face, Liana!! Please! Not the face!!"

"No no no~" Liana smiled sweetly, eyes glowing with rage. "The face is a must~"

"You always drool over every beautiful woman~" Gloria said sweetly, adjusting her glasses as if giving a lecture. "As usual, right Young Master~?"

"IT WAS A MISTAKE!!"

Liana leaned in, her hands on her hips. "Armand Region. Beastkin Kingdom. Dwarven Kingdom. Now the Elven Kingdom..."

She raised her fist again. "AND IT’S MY MOTHER THIS TIME!?"

( End Of Chapter )