Chapter 22 - The Impoverished Ricdorian Is in Full Swing (3) (1/2)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: SKAIS

One of the guards grabbed my wobbling hand, ceasing me from falling over. Good thing he was just on time!

“Are you alright, Iana?”

I looked up to him wanting to express my gratitude in saving me from plummeting. When suddenly, a loud noise from the chain filled the garden.

Clank. Clank.

I felt a rigid entity hooked around my waist. I paused a little then heard a familiar low breath, creating a titillating sensation in my ears.

“Ricdorian?”

Ricdorian, who stood up immediately, wrapped his arms around me possessively, and snarled at the guard who held me by my hand. What the hell is he doing?

My heart was beating so fast. His tickling breath doesn’t help, it makes me more nervous. Afterwards, I held my palms up in front of the guards, gesturing that I am fine.

They seemed worried as I was enclasped by the magic crime prisoner.

“It’s ok. I am ok.”

The trepidatious guards kept their eyes on us, afraid that the young beast might mutilate me in no time.

“Shh. Shh. Good boy!” I said, trying to quell his abrupt aggressiveness, at the same time enshrouding my tension. Then, I slowly raised my hand and brought it to his face.

What if he bites me?

As luck would have it, he didn’t bite. And as I touched his face, I felt a puffy sensation on my palm. His skin is as soft as a cotton ball, as if it was well maintained. I wonder what his skin care is? I chuckled at that notion.

But a moment later, he shook his face.

“Well, Rickedoran.”

“Arrff?”

All this time, his arm, enclosing my waist, held me up. I felt the tightness of his hold loosened a bit, he must’ve felt soreness in his arms. Grabbing the opportunity, I immediately tried to strip off his arm from me.

“Get down.”

Thud!

I swiftly turned away from the fallen man, and uttered the magic words.

“Ah, sit down!”

With a boom!

“Who told you to get up? Get down.”

“Hum!”

The tension I was feeling earlier disappeared as I heard him whining. He looked so uncool with his belly protruding. I grinned.

Still, his disheveled look makes me feel anomalous.

As expected, his beauty is a crime. That should be the reason why he’s in jail, and not for being a magic criminal.

“Hu..”

I stroked my waist with my other hand that was not holding the chain. His arm, which was tightly wrapped around my waist a while ago, as well as his firm touch that made contact with my skin was surreal.

I swallowed my saliva thinking of those…