Chapter 153 - Changed (1)

I said no.

I brushed off my hands, wiping the water from his head.

Chaser grabbed my fingertips waving in the air. He brought my hand to his mouth and buried his lips.

Its still in my hands.

He wiped the remaining water from my fingertips with his mouth. As I trembled at the soft touch, his red eyes were darkly folded in half.

Can I do it?

No.

Well, this isnt my cup of tea either.

Chaser tilted his head.

Then what would you like?

I didnt even get excited as I looked at the man who looked at me as if he had done a good job.

Its as natural as breathing.

I thought you would be mad. Iana.

Why?

Chaser rubbed his cheek against my hand, adding without giving me time to speak.

Because I was forced to bring you.

Forced to bring me?

I remembered what happened at Schirmela three days ago.

You want to go outside, dont you? I interrupted that.

It wasnt a very Chaser word. However, the red eyes looking up at me again were full of doubts. Maybe he was hiding his plan.

Arent you mad?

.no.

Why? I think youre going to feel bad about being forcibly brought back.

If it were normal, it would be.

I pulled my hand out of Chasers hand.

I dont. I dont even want to.

I clasped my hands, stretched them out, and whispered quietly.

I know who you are.

While Marshmel was so terrified, I felt sorry for him, but I didnt think what would happen to me.

I dont do anything useless even if I say it.

Chaser slightly curved his eyebrows at my indifferent reply.

It also had a friendly smile as if it had been like that for a while.

If you were going to do anything to Marshmel, I might have stopped you

I know that this is not out of love.

Ah, he mumbled a little.

Because you dont want him to die?

..

My dear sister, you always blocked my sword.

Complaining and anger are of no use to a human who has already been turned away.

If I had been able to appeal to him emotionally, many of his former people would not have been taken into slavery in a distant coal mine.

He was a human who didnt blink an eye even though I cried so much.

Its strange.

Chasers face moved closer.

He stared intently into my face.

The red eyes might surprise you, but it wasnt unfamiliar anymore.

I thought it was okay to be hated.

Drop. Drops of water falling from him fell from the floor. Wet eyes stared at me.

Maybe this is good.

Chaser smiled for a moment and lowered his eyes. He pulled back soon.

Now, I dont want to.

But as soon as he lifted it up, he bowed his head and grinned.

I really want to ask.

Looking at him, I brought out the question I had been holding back.

I thought I was going to be tied up and sent to the tower somewhere this time.

I will not.

He smiled playfully.

I dont want to be hated.

The seriousness between us lasted less than a few minutes. This has always been what Chaser intended.

And.

Chaser bowed his head, removed my hand from his neck, kissed the inside of my wrist, and let it go.

When he lifted his head again, the glistening madness of the day passed as he smiled softly and tenderly.

Because Ill get rid of it.

He said so in my ear. Have a good day, and whispered.

With the promise of coming back tomorrow afternoon. He said this, but he will appear tonight or early in the morning. To get a moments sleep.

Im just going to say that its only hard on his body, but.

I stared at the door that Chaser had closed. Chewing on the words he left behind.

Get rid.

No way.

Is he talking about getting rid of Ricdorian?

***

Youre still alive today.

Hello, Mr. Marshmallow. The little warlock did not respond to my calm greeting, but frowned at the words that followed.

I-that! Ill say ! Dont say it!

As a child with plump cheeks, it wasnt scary for him to get angry.

Instead, I walked over to his side, squatted at eye level, and grinned.

Its because Im happy, happy. The joy of being able to see you today.

Kiik!

Its a joke, joke.

I knew he was already out of Chasers range. Even so, the little warlock was worried about it.

Dont worry too much.

I let go of the joke and patted his slender shoulder.

In fact, I had both regret and gratitude. I was most worried about Marshmel when I returned because I thought we wouldnt be found out.

It was also a substitute for this kind of regret to keep joking around.

Dont be too afraid. If you do, Ill jump in front of that sword.

I said with a pat.

I was going to do it when I came back.

It didnt happen though. Of course, the subject of that sword is Chaser.

Ill be ready to die. Dont worry. Ill save you.

Marshmel put down the thesis he was reading and looked at me with a strange expression.

I tilted my head.

why?

.Ladys is. Even if youre here, I dont know.

What do you mean? Who is full of affection and love like me? I handed it like a joke, and he came back saying that I had no conscience.

By the way, please teach me that magic.

I smiled moderately and brought out the main point. Marshmel had an unexpected face.

You say youre not interested in magic anymore?

The human heart is like a reed. Originally.

Chaser taught me a lot. The subject of teaching, that is, the teacher, was Marshmel in front of me and taught me more than I expected.

The problem was that I didnt really have the will to do anything.

Some of the things I quit about two years ago were black magic.

At that time, I quit so quickly, I dont know, but there are many things that black magic can do more than I thought.

I think Ill become an archmage.

Lady, do you have a lifespan of about 240 years?

Why, is it possible if I can live until then?

Right.

Contrary to commonly known magic, black magic was also related to work behind the scenes, secret things, and life research.

Yes, its a joke, and my passion isnt burning anymore. Its just because of this friend.

I picked up the cat that was in my hand. It has grown quite a bit since three years have passed, and now it is quite heavy.

This

It looked different, but he seemed to recognize it at a glance.

Is it the guardian deity of the unlucky rose?

Thats right.

Marshmel was also aware of Puddings existence .The appearance of the snow leopard was so unique that there would have been no way of not knowing.

In addition, Marshmel seemed to know who brought Pudding and how. I didnt tell him though.

Marshmel rolled his eyes. He tilted his head as if puzzled.

Why did it look like this?

You mean the condition?

I glanced at Pudding and shrugged.

I dont know.

Pudding was quietly held by me without making a single cry. But the pointy eyes seemed full of dissatisfaction at a glance.

It seems that even that little warlock can see it.

Its the third day. Its been like this.

In fact, it has already been 3 days since Pudding was in this state. Its been like that since the day I separated with Ricdorian.

Did he just do that? Weeping all night long, I thought it was some kind of lost person.

Even when I asked what was going on, I couldnt hear a voice, only crying, so I had no way of knowing.

If it wanted to fall asleep, it dug into my arms and slept. In the morning, it was found between the legs or between the arms.

I put Pudding down on the desk and pinched its cheeks.

Stop and talk.

Pudding glared at me.

How do I know if you dont talk?

After saying that, I hesitated a bit and then asked.

Are you in pain?

I would say nothing if its only been a day or two, but on the third day, I was a little worried.

Puddings bulging eyes seemed to slide down. Soon after, Puddings hand hit me hard.

It doesnt hurt. The feeling was odd. Why am I hit?

-Really, are you worried about me, Nyang? Thats right!

Oh, it hurts. Then you think Im really not worried, or am I faking?

Human, you have no affection! It does not exist!

Im always full of love and affection

Not that.

Marshmel broke into the conversation. He probably wont hear Puddings voice, and he wants to refute what I said.

How can you throw away this body so easily, Nyan! Heartless! Ruthless! Cold blooded! Ummoral!

that would be immoral.

What did I do? I got a little embarrassed.

-If I didnt say no, you just will you try to send me, Nyang?

As time passed, Puddings vocabulary increased remarkably. It was still a childs voice, and it wasnt far from that level, but it was like a child growing up.

Its been three years since hes done such a thing.

And it wasnt just words. Unlike in the past, Pudding now understands emotions.

You didnt even say goodbye?

Sometimes I felt like it was more sensitive than I am. Right, just like now.

For me, I was just being faithful to Puddings words .

Three years ago, it told me that if it didnt return, Ricdorian might die, and Pudding would disappear. I didnt want Ricdorian to die, and I didnt want the cat to disappear.

But on the contrary, it seemed that my faithful efforts felt cold to Pudding.