Chapter 18 - Will I get imprisoned once again if we do something inadequate? (1) (2/2)

It must be due to the fact that this male protagonist doesn’t have a face that could be compared to a mere human being. He’s more like a celestial being with an exquisite beauty that is out of this world.

“I see, Uhm. Oh, I gotta go. I just came here  in a hurry because I was wondering what happened.”

His shoulder, wrapped in a blanket, flinched a little as he heard me. But before I could take a step, he lifted his body up a little, making me turn around. I looked at his finger in daze.

He slightly looked at me in the eyes, holding only a tiny area of my cloth, so small that I wondered if an ant could walk in.

“Go?”

Actually, I was in a hurry, because I only asked an ample time from Hans to go in Ricdorian’s cell and check on him.

After he saw me nodded, he looked up even more, somewhat disheartened. His silvery hair swayed and his bluish eyes stood out even more with his gesture. With all of his aspects, he could easily beguile someone’s heart.

“Why…”

Those tantalizing eyes that held mine seem blinding at this moment.

“…you didn’t come?” I swallowed hard, a little tense with where this is going.

“Oh, when?”

“For the last weeks, in my room…”

Wait…. What do you mean? In my room? Why use such misleading words?

He blinked, with tears clinging at the corner of his eyes.

I soon realized what he meant. Oh. But, wait a minute.  Oh no, hold on.

“…I’ve been waiting.”

Will I get imprisoned once again if we do something inadequate right here?

I quickly gathered myself when I saw Ricdorian rubbing his eyes and wiping his tears that flowed down his cheeks. He looked like a crying little kid whose lollipop was stolen. But he’s not a kid nor does he have a lollipop, so why was he crying?

For a while, I am uncertain if I’m emotionally stable as I couldn’t keep up with the male lead’s emotional changes. Because of this I have a doubt, but… Yes, I am still capable of handling adversity and withstand difficult situations. To boot, I still feel sadness and grief whenever I think of the movie ‘A Dog of Flander’…even so, why did I think of a dog? I must be out of my mind.

The Ricdorian who desperately covered his red face with his palm, made the sound of the steel chain clank loudly.

“…will this be our last?”

Hearing those words from him who was weeping like an abandoned puppy, made my heart heavy. I squatted back immediately right in front of him.

“Nope. I didn’t say anything.” I said, trying to console him.

I kept interfering with his life and as a consequence he has hit the bullseye as I am now having a soft spot for him.

I felt a bit sorry for him. I clearly understand every bit of what he was feeling right now. It’s the first time he had ever felt this way in his entire life, right? And It was so strange to hear such words from him, who had never done anything for the past month except for crying and growling.

I have no idea why I ended up playing the role of the heroine just for this time. It’s the heroine’s job to save him and tame his beast side. But maybe, even if I help him ease his feelings just for now, he would forget this occurrence after a long period of time.

I feel a little lighthearted knowing that I am not the chosen one. I recognize my limitations in helping him because I know that I wouldn’t be the one to free him.

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