The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 30

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Hein is Helga’s pride and joy.
She doted on him completely and would do anything for him—literally anything.
Perhaps due to her past marriage to the cruel Damian, Helga harbored a deep-seated distrust of men. But Hein was different.
If he asked her to show him her love with her mouth, she would gladly suck him.
If he wanted her to spread her legs and expose herself, she would do it.

Because it would please Hein.

Swallowing Hein’s semen with her upper and lower mouths was the ultimate happiness for Helga.
And no matter how many times he came inside her, her birth control pills ensured she wouldn’t get pregnant.
This wasn’t about Helga being enslaved to Hein.
The fact that she considered distancing herself from him, fearing their too-close relationship might cause future problems, proved that.
She always put Hein first, not her own desires.

Even so, she couldn’t shake the thought: “What does the Sarion Family want now?”
Even if there had once been an agreement with Damian, they had remained silent until Hein began achieving remarkable feats. What audacity to calmly attempt to revert to our previous relationship simply because he’s become so successful!
Helga had never held the Duke Sarion’s House in high regard.

(But the Duke Sarion’s House…)

Indeed, a bl00d connection between the Duke Sarion’s House and the Duke Aster’s House would undoubtedly bring significant benefits to both families.
For the Sarions, it would secure the power of Hein, their prodigious talent. More importantly, it would greatly improve the standing of Duke Aster’s House.
The circumstances surrounding Hein were far from simple.
Duke Aster’s House’s position had been precarious, at least until Hein demonstrated his capabilities.
The negative legacy left by the previous head of the family, Damian—the demi-human hunts and human experimentation in magical rituals—still clung to the Aster House like a shadow, eroding its reputation.

While disdain and disregard for demi-humans were widespread throughout the Kaînes Empire, overt human rights violations were still forbidden.
Worse yet, Damian had extended his cruelty beyond demi-humans to ordinary humans as well.
He was tolerated only because he served as one of the Empire’s blades, a weapon pointed at its enemies. Even so, the eyes of the nobility had grown cold. Contempt simmered beneath civility.
A bl00d tie with the Sarion Family would be a step toward improving Duke Aster’s House’s standing—Hein understood this logically.
Moreover, marriage into another house would signify his independence from his parents, marking him as a man in his own right. In the Kaînes Empire, children of nobles who are forever dependent on their parents are looked down upon.

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“Mother… Mama, yes, this is what I wanted.”

Hein said, hugging her tightly.
As Helga stroked Hein’s head, she felt a pang of reluctance at the thought of handing her beloved son over to Duke Sarion’s House. She couldn’t help but press him against her chest.
Hein is cute. Especially since he usually speaks in an adult-like tone, but when he acts spoiled, he sounds his age, no, even younger, which is nice.
Lost in these thoughts, Helga pressed her cheek against the crown of Hein’s head and gently rubbed his back.

(At the very least, I don’t want him forced into a marriage with someone he can’t love.)

For nobles, arranged marriages were practically an obligation, but Helga wanted Hein’s happiness to come first.
Yet at that moment, a dangerous thought surfaced in her mind, one she desperately tried to ignore.
What if I weren’t Hein’s mother?
What if we had met under different circumstances?
Could she have forged a different kind of relationship with Hein back then?
The thought was one no mother should ever entertain, yet it came with a dark pleasure that mingled with guilt, leaving her slightly damp.
Helga harbored a desire to be loved fully by Hein and to love him fully in return, without regard for societal norms or common sense.

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After seeing Hein off to the academy, Helga sat in her office, lost in thought.
The recent incursions by the Former Demon Lord’s Army had become increasingly brazen, but nearly all their attacks had been repelled by Hein’s efforts.
His achievements were substantial, and he had earned the Emperor’s favor.
The nobility’s assessment of the Duke Aster’s House had also improved significantly compared to its former standing.
Nevertheless, many noble families remained displeased with the Duke Aster’s House’s resurgence, and their past misdeeds had earned them deep-seated grudges.
These families often sent assassins, leaving the Duke Aster’s House with numerous enemies.

“I can’t afford to become his weakness.”

Helga thought. She needed to gain power.
Not just the political power of a noble house, but a more fundamental kind of strength.
In the Kaînes Empire, individual strength was highly valued, and becoming stronger was the simplest way to improve one’s standing.
By enhancing the position of Duke Aster’s House, Hein’s future would be secure.
Helga’s family, the Count of Eldenbloom’s House, was a renowned noble lineage that had produced exceptional mages for generations.
Yet their temperament was gentle, prioritizing harmony and reconciliation over conflict.
Helga herself was no exception, possessing a nurturing, motherly disposition.
However, when necessary, she could act decisively.
As she had when Damian ordered her to kill Hein, risking her life to defy him.
With that, Helga picked up her pen and began to write a letter.