My mom in another world is a bit too controlling!?

"Wu…!"

The little boy was roughly held in the hands of the man in black, and his mouth was tightly covered. He struggled in fear and couldn't make a sound, but from the shape of his mouth, it was clear that he was trying to say "Mom".

They scaled the palace walls and fled stealthily, their speed surprisingly quick. They soon reached a relatively desolate area of ​​the capital, where a grand yet strangely dilapidated building stood...

"How did it go?! Did it work?!"

In a hidden basement within the building, Winter was already waiting, his handsome, now insane face a mixture of anxiety, anticipation, and worry about the possibility of failure.

Upon seeing the man in black return, the child eagerly and excitedly asked questions. The man in black simply silently picked up the little one, who had struggled all the way and was now weakening, and brought him to him.

"Ha, ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha—!"

A maniacal, inhuman laugh emanated from Winter's contorted face; seeing the little guy was like seeing the funniest thing in the world.

"Finally, finally! Finally! Since that day, I've been angry all the time, so angry that I feel like a stranger to myself...!"

"In all my life, no one has ever dared to humiliate me like that in public. No one, no one!"

"I absolutely cannot forget! I absolutely cannot tolerate this! And now, finally, I've finally gotten that guy's most important thing, hahaha!"

"Just imagining that princess with that ridiculously beautiful face being so arrogant towards me, and then breaking down when she discovers her most important thing is gone, is so satisfying! Hahaha!"

"This is what happens when you humiliate me! Hahaha!!"

"Give me!"

After a frantic monologue, Winter suddenly turned his gaze to the little guy, staring intently at his tearful eyes filled with grievance, fear, and longing. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the slender neck.

It should be noted that although the man in black was using force, he was still controlling his strength along the way so as not to actually harm the little guy. But Winter had no such intention at all. He did not restrain his strength at all, and even increased it, completely aiming to kill him.

"Ugh...! Ugh...!"

The little guy was already in pain from being suffocated by the man in black the whole way, but now he was being choked by Winter, who, although not as strong as the man in black, was much stronger than an ordinary person. The weak little guy started to struggle again and with even more force.

Her face was flushed red, and she had long since cried all her tears. Now, only her swollen eyes remained, and she looked increasingly pained as she struggled to breathe.

Gradually, the little one's struggles weakened, its hands stopped waving and drooped little by little until it could no longer lift them. At the same time, its nose stopped twitching, and its whole body went completely limp, leaving only its last breath...

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault...!"

"If it weren't for you, the princess wouldn't have rejected me! If it weren't for you, this bastard, stealing her love!"

"Then the princess will be mine, and the throne will be mine too!!"

"Stop!" came a hoarse and agitated voice.

Just before the little guy was about to lose his life, the man in black suddenly made a move and snatched him from Winter's hands with even greater force.

"Ouch! What are you doing! It hurts so much!" he said angrily, clutching his wrist which had been pinched red.

The man in black handed the child to another person behind him before speaking slowly. His voice was hoarse and calm, yet it carried a palpable sense of pressure.

"You can't do anything to this little thing without her permission, you should know that, right?"

"Tch! Who said I was going to kill anyone? I just wanted to say 'hello' properly, is that so wrong?"

Winter said nonchalantly. Although he had felt a strong sense of pressure from the other party, he was not afraid. Rather, he felt that the other party could not do anything to him, so he was so fearless.

The man in black knew what he was thinking. He glanced at him and, without further ado, simply said—

"Do as you please, but do not use excessive force without orders."

"Hmph..." He sneered.

"Okay, I'll bear with it, alright?"

Upon hearing this, the man in black fell silent, glanced at the child in silence, and then turned to look at the little guy.

Behind them, two other men in black were holding a tiny little one lying quietly in their arms. The little one had a chilling bruise around its neck and its eyes were tightly closed in great pain.

"How is it?"

After a thorough examination, the other person slowly nodded, indicating that he was still alive and had not died.

"Hmm..." He gave a brief reply and then turned to face Winter.

"We'll stay here; you can't let him die."

Hearing this, his face showed obvious impatience.

"Yes, yes, I know, no need to say more, I definitely won't go too far!"

"No, that's not what I meant..."

"?"

Upon hearing this, Winter looked at the other person with a puzzled expression, and the man in black blinked at him as well...

"What I'm saying is, we'll stay here and not let anyone find out, but we can't let the little guy die, which means you have to take care of him."

"Huh??" Winter uttered almost instinctively upon hearing the most unlikely request.

"You want me to take care of this little bastard? Are you kidding me!"

One moment he almost killed someone with his own hands, and the next he was told to take care of them. It's laughable... Winter was indeed sneering...

"What else can we do? The three of us don't know how to take care of such a small baby."

"Then why do you think I might take care of him? Absolutely not!" Her tone was filled with disgust.

"Besides, even if I were asked to take care of it, I wouldn't know how..."

"..." Then the basement fell silent.

"Cough cough...!"

In the silence, the little creature, now regaining vital signs, suddenly coughed, looking quite pitiful. The man in black holding it was immediately at a loss, remembering how just a moment ago he was a cold-blooded killer, but now…

"Oh! It's just a little kid, I can just have someone take care of him."

"Absolutely not." Winter's suggestion was rejected without hesitation.

"Huh? You said no, why...?"

"This matter must not be known to anyone other than us, absolutely." (Observe coldly.)

"Ugh, I got it! Don't look at me like that anymore, it's disgusting..."

"Okay, you guys just keep an eye on him here. As for if he eats and poops... just throw him some food, and if he poops, just leave him alone. He won't die that easily anyway."

"Perhaps... maybe...?" He himself wasn't confident.

"If you don't want it, then you can do it yourselves~ I'm not going to interfere anyway."

After saying that, Winter clapped his hands and made as if to walk out—

"I feel so relieved today! Hahaha!"

Then, in the basement, only three large men in black stood facing each other in bewilderment.

"Cough cough...! Ugh..."

"Mom..." The little girl's face still looked very painful.