Chapter 24 (1/2)

CH 24

I headed for the forest, today, as I don on a thick coat.

“Hi.”

“…..”

At my greeting, the male protagonist, whose body had been curled up in the corner of the cage, raised his head.

He looked like a puppy welcoming his owner.

When I lowered my eyes, I saw a bowl of cold food that had been served yesterday evening.

“You didn’t eat again.”

I reached out to Ricarda, who was staring from the side.

“Please drop me off.”

“You don’t even know how cold the ground is!”

“I know all the cushions were brought.”

You should have said that after hiding that heavy bag behind your back.

In my weary eyes, Ricarda laughed playfully and dropped his bag on the ground.

“Hah, when did you see this again?”

When the bag opened up, many things popped out that I began to wonder how they all fit inside.

“Now, this is a cushion, a blanket, a pair of gloves and scarfs that I brought in case it gets cold, and most importantly, Daphne’s favorite warm cocoa!”

‘Eww.’

I smiled when he spoke and turned my head to control my facial expressions.

As each of the things came out of the bag one by one, I could see the main character’s body slowly approaching the front.

As if he wanted to see each and every one of them.

‘He was an assassin. But has he ever seen anything like this? Will his memory as an assassin remain the same?’

I’ll find out when I slowly start to talk to him.

***

The dreary place turned cozy as if it were a picnic, due to the items that were taken out of the bag.

I put down the little basket in my arms on the floor and urged Ricarda.

“Hurry up and drop me off.”

“Before you come down…”

“I can’t put my hand in the iron cage. Also I can’t open the door.”

Ricarda nodded in satisfaction at my quick answer.

“Good.”

Ricarda carefully laid me out on the ground.

I brought the basket I had set aside for the male protagonist, who had approached right in front of me.

“Are you not hungry?”

“…I’m hungry.”

The voice I heard for the first time was full of vigilance.

Nevertheless, his eyes didn’t fall off from the basket I had brought.

I guess he must have smelled something amazing from it.

“It has a warm soup, soft bread, and also the fruits. Don’t you want to eat?”

“…I want to eat.”

“I can’t just give it to you…”

I deliberately twisted my words and pulled the cloth-covered over the Basket.

As the front of the cage was filled with the smell of delicious food, a familiar rumbling sound was heard.

“…you can hit me.”

“What?”

I looked up at him wondering what he was talking about at the unexpected sound I heard. Then he spoke with a firm expression.

“You can hit me. So give me that.”

“Why should I hit you?”

“You said you couldn’t just give it to me.”

At my words, he tilted his head.

When he didn’t get it, I said pointing to the food I gave him yesterday.

“This, I gave it to you, but you didn’t eat it.”

“It smells strange.”

“Strange smell?”

Did the food go bad already?

As I looked down at the hardened food with a serious look on my face, Ricarda took away the bowl with a big, empty cough saying he will verify it.

Then he opened his hand to cover his mouth so that he could not be seen by the person in the prison, and whispered.

Truth Serum.

Ah, Lennox said he’d interrogate him while feeding him the truth serum.

I guess he started to put that in after he knew that the Male protagonist started eating.

This was not usually sensitive to smell.

Ricarda shook his head as I blinked looking at my basket.

When he gestured that it wasn’t brought right now, I turned my head back and looked at him.

“What did the people who provided food do for you?”

“They used their fist. Or kicked me. Even swearing at me….”

My forehead naturally creased upon listening to the harsh abuse that came out of his little mouth.

Was this what it meant when said that the male protagonist had a bad past?

‘He’s similar to me.’

No, he had been raised as an assassin, so wouldn’t it have been worse than me?

‘Strangely, he is similar to me. Is it just my feeling?’

I rummaged through the basket and took out the food one by one and put it in front of the cage.

Unlike how I ignored the advice last time, this time, I didn’t put my hand in the cage but put it as close as I could, and told the guy staring at me.

“I don’t have enough energy to hit you.”

“What am I supposed to do then?”

In a voice filled with doubts, I said nothing.

“My name is Daphne.”

“…….”

“I told you to tell me your name next time we meet. Tell me your name. That’s enough.”

I can’t call him the main character, the guy, and the boy forever.

I knew it from the novel, but I wanted to say it after hearing it directly from the boy in front of me.

I grumbled inwardly and laid down the bottle of water in front of him.

“So what’s your name?”

There was no response.

I looked into his eyes so that he wouldn’t hesitate to give me his name and he opened his mouth.

“Ragnar.”

“Yes, Ragnar, you can eat now.”

At my permission, Ragnar slowly reached out his hand toward the food in front of him, and as soon as the food reached him, he began to eat like a ritual.

In less than five minutes, the breakfast I had prepared was all over.

“It’s delicious.”

Ragnar spoke out and shut his mouth with embarrassment.

And he rolled his eyes and stare at Ricarda’s eye.

Then he started hiccuping.

The faint hiccups and trembling body with his mouth closed.

The glaring eyes were as if they were rebellion, but what was contained in them was plain fear.

He pretended to be strong on the outside, but in the end, he was afraid and retreat.