Chapter 163 - Earlobes Are Still Red

He turned his face away. I couldnt see his face or cheeks as he turned his body around.

I just stare at the back of his ear that I can see through his hair. No, I was just thinking about the last cold face I saw.

I thought it would have changed.

Ricdorians cool voice continued slowly.

I didnt know it would change like this.

There was no subject, but I could tell that it was meant for me without asking.

I judged whether the redness of his earlobes, which I could see slightly, was my mistake.

Then I completely gave up. Since when did I calculate and move one by one?

I smiled and opened my mouth.

How?

It didnt take long for Ricdorians gaze to return.

How did you want me to change?

I slowly released my arm that was holding my chin as if I was falling down. Then I turned around and gave him a smile.

Towards a completely different face.

Ill do whatever you want.

There is something I had to atone for Ricdorian. Well, it was so light that I never thought I would make an atonement.

Just as I thought it would be a light feather to me. If it gets farther away, it will fly away.

I did not know that I would regret the lightness of that time. Did I think it was too easy?

If I had known youd be struggling this long. If only I had known that you werent just blaming me.

Its not that Im disappointed and sad that Ive seen this change. I changed him so far.

I felt sad and sorry for what I did. Even if it wasnt for me, he was a person who would go through a lot of pain and trials.

That was then.

He jumped up.

Whatever?

..uh?

So I thought Id listen to whatever he had to say. If its something I can do. If he wants the Domulit mansion, I cant give it to him right now.

Of course he wont, though.

But it was unexpected that it would come so soon.

We were now close with only one square table in between us. Ricdorian just bowed his head.

Whatever, will you do it?

A white hand, a hand with a lot of scars in the past three years, touched the table. The bones are thick and the fingers are long.

It was a hand that was in contrast to the still neat and even pure face that could not be easily imagined just by looking at his face.

Iana.

I shuddered when a low voice called me.

Hey, I asked if you could do whatever for me.

A sculpturally towering face was staring at me.

Its a cold face, but theres a chill going around here Only the dark blue eyes seemed to flutter like blue flames.

Surprised by the heat, I felt a burning thirst in my throat.

Ricdorian gradually drew closer.

Clink.

There was a sound of plates colliding with plates. It was due to being pushed against his hand.

There was no time to pay attention to the plate, which was pushed out and barely draped over the end of the table.

As I got a little closer, I felt like I could feel his breath. I stared at him, neither pushing nor responding.

I just stared and felt the air vibrate. The fact that my heart is actually beating inside me.

He bent his head.

His head, which was slowly bent, went down even further. It was about to brush against my lips

When his breath touched my earlobe, my spine straightened out. My fingers gripped the hem of my shirt.

Eat.

The voice from the breathing sound dug deep into my ears.

Then Ricdorian fell back, but he had already drawn the ripples.

No, I couldnt escape from the ripples left by the voice.

. How am I supposed to eat in this situation?

You seduced me, you twisted me.

Didnt you?

I didnt want to eat, let alone breathe in the air.

The older I get, the more demanding I get.

Obviously, I saw him as an adult for a while 4 years ago, but it was a different feeling.

Of course it will. He wasnt that cold back then. More than that, I dont know why hes saying that in my ears.

I leaned back, placed my hands on my chest, and narrowed my eyes.

Come to think of it, Ricdorian was always shy and he would always turn red but very rarely sometimes had an innocent face as if he was wondering what the problem was.

<You held me like this when you gave me cookies.>

After doing something very daring.

< Did you not like it?>

When I lifted my head, the illusion of seeing the boys clear gaze overlapped.

Four years later, Ricdorian stood still. It felt like he was still waiting.

I sighed a little and straightened my posture. And took a spoon. Somehow the spoon was lifted, but the food couldnt go over.

. Its embarrassing.

-Human, arent you hungry, Nyan?

No, I was hungry

The navel clock, which had stimulated the stomach a while ago, was broken.

Hunger has long since been washed like a stain on white laundry.

why dont you eat?

When I put down the stew after a few spoonfuls, Ricdorian said. His eyes narrowed slightly. Like a little perplexed.

Isnt it to your taste?

A smile came out.

It was funny. Obviously, where is a kidnapper who takes care of the taste of the hostage after kidnapping?

I thought it would only apply to the crazy people in my house. Of course, that crazy person is Chaser.

Its not that I dont like it.

On the contrary, the taste was very good. It was comparable to the skill of a chef who Chaser said that he had searched the continent to bring.

I was supposed to eat less.

It wasnt a lie. I just omitted the words very, very, very rarely, about once every three years?

My creed is that eating well and sleeping well is the best, but I cant resist eating.

Even when Chaser stared at me or smiled sweetly but cruelly, I ate comfortably even in front of that terrifying gaze, but not in front of the Ricdorian.

Ricdorian did not hide his displeasure anymore.

He didnt have to speak with his lips, but that was the way he looked at the food.

What are you going to do without me eating more?

Looking that way, he resembles Pudding.

Nyang! Im not like that!

Why, its the same color as you. Its like a sullen face.

Sullen?

Well. Its just that when youre pouting, its sullen.

What is it, Nyang? This great body never gets upset, Nyang!

The 3-year-old guardian deity was a mess in my head. Waaong waaongg.

I let out a voice that was half a cry and half a talk and lifted my gaze.

Pudding refuses to show up to Ricdorian. It seemed that it was grunting about whether I would send it to Ricdorian if it came out.

I felt it because my mind was connected. Ricdorian was still staring at me. I spoke to him slowly.

I dont want to eat.

No, I strongly expressed my intentions, but there was no change in Ricdorians face.

I said it. I wouldnt starve you.

Rather, he just answered this way. Hes stubborn in strange places.

I laughed mischievously.

It was because I thought that the composition of him looking down and me looking up was the opposite of that in the prison.

If you want me to eat properly.

I chose the words he would hate at any moment. Then he tilted his head.

Will you feed me?

Now, his appearance was like a hedgehog screaming, dont touch me. After all, theres no point in being mature and soothing here anyway.

Rather, it would have been better for him to be disgusted and left.

feed you?

Unsurprisingly, Ricdorians expression was not serious. It must have been as intended, it was time to think.

He hurriedly approached and sat down. Then he carefully moved the spoon.

I glanced alternately at the bread in his hand and meat floating in the spoon.

.why are you doing this?

This cold version of Ricdorian, who I thought he would refuse, listened to me. I was flustered.

Why are you looking at me like that?

can the Grand Duke do something like this?

I dont know what youre misunderstanding, but when the battle continued fiercely, I even served the wounded soldiers myself.

After thinking for a moment, he added.

because there wasnt enough manpower.

So, it sounds like I should just shut up and eat, but its not that youre short of hands now, right?

More than that, I dont know why you see me that way. Isnt that something youve always done too?

Thats

You were bound by chains and restraints. Hands and feet and neck.

The moment I met Ricdorian without saying that, I realized.

I raised him wrong.

He had a cold face, but on his frosty face, there was a vivid light that I couldnt see if I just brushed through.

If you knew him 4 years ago, you would recognize it, his eyes are vivid with innocence that doesnt suit him now.

What is the problem?

I was confused. What is he talking about without knowing this now? Hes an adult, and hes the Grand Duke.

I was embarrassed even when I took the spoon.

Ricdorians face is calm, but why do I feel like Im being deceived?

I worked with a villain who acted up for 3 years. I was confident that I could recognize any pretense.

This makes me feel like Im in prison

The spoon stopped at the words that came out without knowing.

Ricdorians eyes, who had listened to each other, turned to me.

Like a water-drenched lily, it is as neat and clean as a lily. Like I said, a lily or forget-me-not would look better than a rose.

You remember that time?

Why cant I remember?

Its not that old. On the contrary, even now, when I close my eyes, I sometimes think of it.

Sally was a con artist but a sweet friend, and a pleasant uncle baron. They were kind, but counting the guards.

I was obviously locked up, but I had some free time. I used to think like this.

It was the first time I met you.

And I cant forget meeting Ricdorian. Impressive first meeting.

Come to think of it, is it okay now that Ricdorian had turned into a beast?

By the way are you okay with being a beast before?

Ricdorian paused.

why are you asking that?

Yes. Because Im worried?

I rolled my eyes. Ricdorian, who has become the Grand Duke, cant bark woof woof now, can he?

Of course, when he met the female protagonist in the original story, he was only talking to her in beast mode, that is, a wild appearance.

I dont know how the original will change. I was going to ask more.

Youre always like that.