Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 71

Then Gabriel gave a different answer to the question. Aria tilted her head.

Because it was a special day, did it mean that the waiting wasn’t boring and he didn’t even feel the cold?

[Is it your birthday?]

She asked because it was a special day.

Then Gabriel said no, shook his head lightly and smiled.

“It’s Nuah’s birthday.”

Ah.

‘The anniversary of Garcia.’

It is the day on which Nuah, a demigod between gods and humans, was born.

Garcia was the only one who claimed that the Son of God actually existed. In the Fineta Empire, the road was running rampantly saying that God could not have children among humans.

This was because the Emperor was claiming to be the Son of God in order to gain legitimacy in the bloodline of the Imperial Family. He borrowed only a human body, and his soul was undoubtedly the Son of God or something.

‘In my eyes, it’s just a skit that isn’t even funny.’

Wouldn’t it be ridiculous if God looked down on this scene?

‘Because there is a son that God did not give birth to.’

However, seeing Gabriel taking Nuah’s birthday really solemnly, it seemed that she had to pretend to be serious.

[It’s a happy day.]

“Yes, very.”

The boy replied brightly and wiggled his frozen red fingertips. And he held out the box he had been carrying for a long time, whose purpose was unknown to Aria.

‘Yes?’

He was giving it to her?

Aria widened her eyes and pointed at herself with her finger.

“Your bag got worn out a lot.”

Is it an acceptable gift?

Aria looked up at him without taking the box he was offering right away. And she stared intently.

Then Gabriel, who realized the meaning of that gaze, was embarrassed and added hurriedly.

“In Garcia, it is a day to give gifts to those you are grateful to.”

“……”

“I am also giving this as a token of my gratitude. The Grand Princess took care of me every time, and thanks to you, I was not alone and my life was saved…”

She did take care of him a lot.

They prayed together in the prayer room every morning, noon, and evening. Even if it was called prayer, it took about 5 minutes. To be more precise, she pretended to pray.

‘He was forced to live here for 5 years, but I thought that anyone would be resentful if they were alone, so I took care of him.’

Anyway, as long as he was grateful.

‘It’s acceptable.’

Aria’s senses were getting dulled by the piles of gift boxes that were piling up every day.

It didn’t mean she didn’t cherish the hearts of others. It means that she no longer attaches great significance to a gift.

She opened the box Then there was a cute little kid’s leather bag made to fit Aria’s size.

[Thank you, I’ll use it well.]

With pure delight, she transferred the cards, ink and fountain pens to her new bag.