Chapter 11 - What progress is this?! (2) (1/2)

Translator:SKAIS Editor: SKAIS

In the novel, there was a time where Ricdorian was unable to control his strength and hurted Francia which left her with bruises. Of course it’s a story while they were making love but still, it doesn’t differ from what had just happened to my hair tie.

In his entire life, he was never taught not to hurt others. Though he did it unintentionally, I still think he should learn it by now. ‘Early education is a must.’ But how can he learn if he’s not being taught?

I slowly raised my hand and Ricdorian’s gaze followed, but rather than trying to catch my hand as before, he just stared at it blankly.

“Now, I’m going to wipe you with this towel.” I took my towel from my pocket to show it to him as my shawl was already soaking wet.

“If you stay calm, I will give you something good. Do you understand?”

It’s not that he doesn’t understand what I say, it’s just that I wanted him to stay still so that I could completely dry him. Unexpectedly, Ricdorian lowered his head slowly, allowing me to wipe his hair. This is like washing a dog with a muzzle but it’s different since he was in shackles.

“Right, well done. Now I’m gonna give you something but you can’t bite or catch my hands either!” I took food from my other pocket and I gave it to him, who was still sitting calmly.

A famous trainer once said that the success of training comes from carrots and sticks. But how am I going to teach him? By using carrots and sticks? I wondered at that.

I sighed deeply at the sight of him eating the food deliciously.  It’s a good thing I bought him food. Let me see, well, it would be good if the heroine’s bruises are reduced once he’s trained.

“Delicious, right?”

“Ruff!” he said and nodded. Wait! How can I not hear and see those?

I’m so surprised. However, when I turned my head to him I saw him sweeping the food remaining in his chest. A bluff. I was kind of disappointed, I thought he answered.

“Right. Eat well.” I grinned and continued drying his hair.

Meanwhile, the teen beast took the entire cookie and ate it with his mouth full. He looks so cute! His cheeks are bulging, looking like a greedy squirrel. For a moment there, I realized I gave everything that I stole to him and watched him devour it until the last one. I smiled tenderly while looking at him.

Is this how people feel when they watch an eating show? Feeding him all of it to the end never felt this satisfying before. Soon, when he finished everything, he stared at me. Somehow, his glaring gaze turned somewhat bright.

“Huh? More? I don’t have any more cookies.” He tilted his head.

“…you don’t look cute. No. Turn around. Go!” I said, a bit troubled with his cute and pitiful actions.

I stared at him, I unknowingly stared at his chest. His clingy silver cloth almost became a transparent outline making his bare skin visible. I could see a vivid shape under the fabric.

That’s the pattern! The tattooed red-colored moon on his chest indicating ‘jangma – a rainy season’ with a very red rose. That rose symbolizes the Archduke of Anguish, but in more detail, it is the curse itself.

As I said a while ago, the male protagonist escapes from the shackles once he meets the ‘companion’ and this period of waiting for that ‘companion’ is not infinitely long.