I adopt the male lead

chapter 6

“Mom?”

The horseman frowned more and more. It was obvious that doubts were deepening. So was Karina’s mind.

A mom! Karina is only twenty three years old. No matter how early she got married, she wouldn’t have an eight year old child.

‘You have to say something. Wake up, Karina!’

Fortunately, the mouth moved. The problem was that she blurted out without thinking.

“My husband died early. They’re his ex-wife’s children. I’m going to Tors where my relatives live because I’m at a loss!”

“…!”

Karina saw the look on the horsemen’s faces and realized that God had chosen the right answer in a daze. A young widow who took over the children of her late husband.

It was a way to explain everything, including the age difference between oneself and children, and the appearance that doesn’t resemble between them.

The horsemen looked at them with more subdued faces.

“You must have had a hard time.”

Karina smiled and hugged the children.

“I don’t want to think about the past. Right now, I just have to think about living happily with my children.”

This remark wasn’t a lie.

* * *

The trip she dreamed of wasn’t as easy as she thought.

The children crouched in fear, perhaps because of the increasingly rattling carriage as they left the city.

All Karina could do was to help the children when they were having a hard time.

“Would you like some water?”

Roland stretched his body, shaking his head helplessly.

‘It’s motion sickness.’

But Karina didn’t know any way to relieve the children’s motion sickness. Even more so, Karina herself had no motion sickness at all.

‘I wish I was the one that’s sick.’

Thinking of the rest of the journey, she felt more at a loss.

How long has it been?

The inside of the cover grew darker and darker, eventually turning pitch-black. The sun seemed to have set completely.

There was no equipment to light the darkness because there was no room for a lamp and a candle.

It was a little earlier than the usual time for the children to sleep, but now it was best to sleep.

It was when Karina tried to make the children’s pillows with bags and spread their coats and cover them like blankets.

A bluish light sprang up.

It was Roland.

“Roland.”

Karina said in a stern voice.

“Stop it. You don’t have to strain yourself when you’re sick.”

“…I’m not overdoing it.”

“No. Even now, you’re having a cold sweat.”

Karina spoke as if it wasn’t trivial, but inside she was quite nervous.

She lived like a frog in a well of a mansion, but she knew when money came in and she was in charge of managing the money.

What if the children don’t want to?