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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 59: Help Me, Rosvisser!
Volume 8, Chapter 59: Help Me, Rosvisser!
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"Here should be fine, Miss Orion."Rosvisser followed Orion to the shade of a tree.
The two stopped. Orion turned her head to glance at Hefei in the distance. After confirming that people over there would not be able to overhear their conversation from this distance, she finally let out a quiet breath.
But soon, she seemed to grow a little self-conscious again.
The queen crossed her arms and stood there with composed calm, tilting her head slightly as she regarded Orion. She did not urge her, nor did she ask anything.
Since this was supposedly a “topic between girls,” it was extremely likely to be something Orion would be embarrassed to speak about.
Rosvisser understood a girl’s heart, so she patiently waited.
After a brief silence, Orion took a deep breath and slowly exhaled—like she had finally made up her mind.
“It’s like this, Lady Rosvisser. I want to ask... as a mother, how do you usually interact with your daughters?”
Hearing that, Rosvisser’s expression cooled slightly.
She blinked, momentarily lost, and did not reply right away. Instead, she asked back:
“I remember you’re single, Miss Orion, aren’t you? Why ask something like that? Don’t tell me... in just these few months you managed a flash marriage and a flash pregnancy?”
At Rosvisser’s suspicion, Orion repeatedly waved her hands and shook her head, showing the rare sight of fluster on her usually composed face.
“No, no, Lady Rosvisser, not like that... I just... I recently encountered a child who is a little special to me. I want to develop our relationship further, but I’ve never had experience in this area, so I wanted to ask your advice.”
Rosvisser lifted her beautifully shaped brows. The corner of her lips curved with a faint hint of amusement.
“You often take the children from the welfare home to play ball, don’t you? I assumed you were very good at dealing with kids.”
Orion lowered her gaze and slowly shook her head.
“She’s different, Lady Rosvisser. That’s what makes her special to me.”
Rosvisser did not speak, simply continued to listen with patient calm.
Orion continued:
“Rather than as an ‘older sister’ or a ‘teacher,’ I want to interact with her as a mother-figure. In this way, I want to make up for a kind of human relationship she has been missing since childhood, so that what she lacked can be filled.”
Rosvisser could feel that Orion spoke these words sincerely. Although her tone was still as cool as usual, beneath that steady quiet was a kind of earnest and urgent need for guidance.
And from Orion’s concise description, Rosvisser could already guess who this “special child” was...
Hefei.
The little red dragon girl was born a dragon from Constantine’s power itself.
Even though most recently Constantine had gradually become a qualified father, giving Hefei all the fatherly love she needed...
What Hefei lacked was not fatherly love.
It was motherly love.
Muse had mentioned to Rosvisser more than once that Hefei often envied her for having Rosvisser as such a gentle and loving mother.
This showed that the child deeply yearned for maternal affection. Traditional dragons did not place heavy value on parent-child bonds—but that depended heavily on the environment.
If Hefei had grown up among those who also did not value familial closeness, she would not have felt this longing. But her closest friend was Muse.
Muse’s daily life was something Hefei could only watch from afar. She had no sisters to play with, no mother to always hold her warmly.
Over time, a seed of longing for affection that might have been small slowly sprouted in Hefei’s heart—and ultimately grew into powerful resentment.
That was Hefei’s past. As a mother, Rosvisser understood it deeply. This was also why she had always given Hefei a little extra care.
But what Rosvisser could not understand was...
Why would Orion, who had only met Hefei once, willingly step forward to take on this responsibility?
“I can share with you what I’ve learned from raising children over these years. But before that, Miss Orion, I want to know why you wish to be so good to Hefei.”
Perhaps she had expected Rosvisser to ask this, because Orion remained calm.
“There are two reasons.”
“Mhm. Let’s walk while we talk,” Rosvisser suggested.
The two walked side by side, strolling around the city’s central plaza.
“The first reason is something she told me during the last combined assessment... Ah, at this point I think you’ve already guessed who I’m talking about.”
Rosvisser smiled softly and nodded, though she did not say the name. She simply replied:
“Mhm.”
Orion slightly tilted her head, looking down toward her toes beneath the fall of her pale, almost translucent hair that shimmered faintly in the light. Her gemstone-like eyes glimmered with a damp shine as she continued:
“The children I care for, and I myself—we did experience maternal love at some point. I was raised by my teacher, and those children live happily now in the welfare home. So we do not have severe emotional deprivation. But Hefei is different. She has never once experienced what a mother’s affection is. She does not know what it feels like to be carefully looked after by a woman who loves her. I want to try to step into her heart and make up for that missing part. It is something meaningful to me, and I want to do it well.”
Rosvisser nodded slowly as she listened.
“To step in and change the heart of a child who lacks love is indeed something meaningful.”
But this alone was not enough to explain why Orion valued Hefei so deeply.
So Rosvisser remained silent, waiting for the second reason.
“As for the second reason... it has to do with my teacher, Cloti Pyx.”
“Cloti Pyx...”
This was the first time Rosvisser had heard the name of Orion’s teacher—the very one the public had once mourned.
“Last time in the Blazing Sun City cemetery, her name was on a gravestone. But there wasn’t a single flower placed there. After my teacher passed, she donated everything to the welfare home. But she left one thing to me—her diary,” Orion said.
“The diary is very thick, but I can’t bear to read it all at once. Because it’s the only thing of hers I have left. I don’t want to let time slowly blur my memory of her. So whenever I feel my memory of her begin to fade, I take out that diary and open a part I’ve never read. That way her presence becomes clear in my mind again. This is how I remember her—my only way to remember her.”
Orion took a slow, deep breath to steady herself before she continued.
“In one entry, she wrote that she never regretted adopting me or raising me. She wrote that because of my presence, she became a mother—and those days were the happiest of her life. And at the end of the entry, she wrote that if possible, she hoped that one day I too would have a child. Someone I could entrust all my love to. Whether by blood or adoption, she hoped I could become a mother. That it would make my emotions more complete, and help me understand ‘love’—the kind of love our ancestor Apollo valued. But she also wrote that she would respect my choice. Even if I never had a child, she hoped I could live a happy life.”
At this point, Orion stopped walking.
She turned to look at Rosvisser.
The moist shine in her green eyes had turned into unwavering resolve.
“Whether it is from my own desire—or from the wish my teacher entrusted to me—I want my relationship with Hefei to grow closer. So, Lady Rosvisser... please help me as much as you can. I’m begging you.”
