Feeling frustrated, Belinda pushed Aymon off, but he was stronger than her. The beast wasnât shaken at all â rather, his hot breath only stuck to her more.
Belinda whined and struggled under him.
It was just that sheâd had enough of Aymon licking her, but why did she feel so strange today? Was it because of what happened?
Aymonâs attitude hadnât changed, and it was her, on the receiving end, that was different. She got chills every time his breath touched her.
âYouâre heavy. Why do you always do these things in your leopard form?â
ăIt would be more difficult in my human form.ă
Aymon whispered, brushing her collarbone.
ăIâm giving you time in case thereâs trouble, Breedee.ă
Aymon mumbled, still clinging onto Belindaâs body.
âAh, Aymon⌠Mmmhhhh⌠WaitâŚâ
ăPlease understand. Itâs mating season.ă
Rather than calling him cute as usual, Belinda just tried to escape from the big cat.
Of course, Aymon didnât let her go. He was a predator that never missed a single prey.
He pressed the hem of Belindaâs dress down with his front paws and swooped over the now immobile girl with his whole body.
âI feel weird, AymonâŚâ
She grabbed his ear, on the verge of tears.
His hair tickled her every time it brushed past.
It wasnât that she felt bad, but she wasnât exactly happy either. Those unexplainable chills rose up from her toes.
âAh, ah. StopâŚ.â
Belinda, fed up from head to toe, finally escaped Aymonâs arms.
ăShall I turn into a human so we can continue?ă
He said, half out of his mind, only reacting to a kick to his snout.
***
âIâm going to visit Phillip, so get ready.â
Adelai said impulsively, standing up from her seat.
With a flick of a hand, her maid immediately understood her and started to dress her up.
âWhat if the Duke wonât be there because you havenât announced your visit?â
The maid asked nervously, brushing her hair. It really was a sudden visit.
Phillip Rodson was the heir to the duke who was propping up the Empire. No matter how high Adelaiâs status was, he was not an easy person to visit without an appointment.
Adelaiâs expression crumpled.
âIt is his duty to return by order of a royal family member, even if heâs attending a previous engagement.â
âI-Iâm sorry, Your Highness.â
Adelai shoved the maid who was brushing her hair and threw the brush at her.
The brush rolled away on the floor with a cold sound.
Leave right now.
With the silent command, she left the room, deathly pale.
Adelai looked into the mirror and let out a long, angry sigh.
Thereâs nothing good about this.
There really wasnât â Belindaâs relationship with her father, her relationship with Lart, the Shinsu beasts threatening the royal familyâŚ
She didnât like her maid either. She didnât want someone that was blindly obedient, just someone that wasnât stupid.
Adelaide glared at the mirror and saw a dazzlingly beautiful woman with glamorous, flowing hair and glowing eyes.
Oneâs appearance withered over time. What Adelai wanted was to shine like this until she died.
She wanted the ever-glowing honor of becoming Emperor.
Belinda will never take that place away from me.
No matter how much she stole her fatherâs or brotherâs hearts, it was the one thing Belinda could never take from her.
Even though she was a princess, her motherâs origins were humble.
After finding Barahanâs descendant, I will become Empress with the support of Duke Rodson.
Her mood was lifted again as she thought of the throne she would one day sit on. Adelai smiled at her reflection and began to brush her hair with another brush, humming.
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a careful knock on the door.
âCome in.â
A man in silver-framed glasses entered. It was Count Otoman, one of Adelaiâs loyal helpers and the current empressâs cousin.
His last task was simple.
âI have found it.â
It was to look for Barahanâs descendant, with golden hair and golden eyes.
âWho is it this time?â
âHe is a notorious bandit, currently in hiding because of his injuries from an accident with a horse.â
âHmmm.â
There was something Adelai didnât like, but she turned to him.
âWell, I doubt those Shinsu bastards will be caught with physical strength.â
âShould I take him to the Golden Room?â
âYes.â
Adelai nodded, fiddling with the gold key around her neck. How much effort had it been already for her to look for the descendant of Barahan for her father?
Yet, none of them could even pluck a string on the harp and died like dogs.
âIf he doesnât react, kill him right away.â
âYes.â
After giving the order to kill as effortlessly as squashing an ant, Adelai turned her back again.
Count Otoman bowed and left the room.
***
ăMazetto.ă
Aymon called him quietly, and the bird, playing with his tail, slipped off in surprise.
âI wonât do that anymore! Iâm sorry! Itâs my fault!â
Mazetto threw up his chubby body, yelling an apology even though Aymon had never really threatened him. If Mazetto had really felt threatened, he would have fled instead of playing with his tail.
Still pretending to be dead, Mazetto finally opened his eyes and lifted himself up towards Aymon, who was still staring at him.
âAymon?â
He tilted his head, wondering why the Shinsu would look at him like that, and excitedly hopped around.
âWhy did you call Mazetto?â
Aymon stared at him and crumpled his nose.
Mazetto jumped back.
âWhy are you suddenly angry? I havenât done anything!â
However, Aymonâs state of mind seemed to be more of hesitation than anger.
ăIâve heard that humans generally canât mate before marriage. Because itâs a custom.ă
He asked in a subdued voice, rubbing his face with his front paws.
âHuh?â
ăIâm asking how human marriage works.ă
Mazetto tilted his head with a chirp. What was he talking about all of a sudden?
âIs Aymon, a leopard, asking Mazetto, a sparrow, about human marriage?â
ăâŚ..ă
Aymon didnât reply. Indeed, as Mazetto put it, it was a question transcending species.
After a while, lost in thought, he curled up again, wagging his tail.
ăOkay, okay, go ahead.ă
Mazetto climbed onto his back and ran around, laughing.
âGo ahead where? My house is up there! Youâre so weird today, Aymon!â
Mazettoâs nest was in a tree right next to Aymonâs house.
Aymon wagged his tail and flashed his fangs at the sparrow, but heâd already have taken his nest somewhere else if that scared him.
Mazetto flew up, pretending to escape, and climbed back onto Aymonâs back, scurrying up to his ears.
âShouldnât you go ask a human? Why donât you go ask Belinda how humans have sââ
ăDonât do that! Ever!ă
Before Mazetto could even finish the sentence, Aymon cut him off and crashed against a bush.
ăDonât you ever dare!ă
Pink petals fell onto the ground from a flower that fell victim to Aymonâs temper.
Aymonâs purple eyes flashed.
ăIf you say a single word, I will gulp you up down to the last feather.ă
The giant leopard was threatening a sparrow smaller than its claw.
ââŚâŚ.â
Mazetto stared at him.
âChirp!â
He pecked Aymonâs nose with his beak and flew up into the sky as if he was running away.
It was a fearless attack from the small bird, a great act of rebellion that he could now do because he knew that Aymon wouldnât hurt him.
âYou want to eat me every day! Bad! Iâm going to tell Belinda!â
Complaints poured out against Aymon in the chirping protest.
âIs it enough for a bird to be strong? Iâm moving! Iâm not going to live here!â
Mazetto flew into the sky, apparently offended, after a good while chirping near Aymon.
ăIâm serious! Iâll kill you if you tell her! Iâll destroy your nest!ă
At the Shinsuâs childish threats, Mazetto vanished with a last chirp of protest.
After a long time agonizing in a flower bush, Aymon thought about something and slowly lifted himself.
He reached a dark pine forest within half an hour of running.
There were no green leaves under his feet anymore, and a fresh smell tickled his nose.
A butterfly passed by the trees and reached a grassy open space. Shantiâs marble mansion was visible.
Aymon approached without hesitation and opened the door, not thinking to knock. There were two intertwined Shinsu â Halla and Shanti, who had recently started dating.
Shanti leaped up in surprise at the sudden visitor.
ăWh, what, all of sudden?!ă
Leopards were very individualistic creatures, sensitive to invasions of privacy. If it hadnât been Aymon that came in, he would have had to deal with some fangs.
But it was Aymon.
Shanti stood still, only gawking at the powerful yet tactless chief.
ăYou. Come out here.ă
Aymon called him as if he was starting a fight.
Shanti didnât answer, and Aymon soon dragged him out by the neck.
ăThere he goes again.ă
Halla, left alone, muttered, dumbfounded.
He was referring to Aymon just as much as his lover.
However, heâd been used to seeing it since he was a child, so he just shook his head and curled back up as always.
Outside, Aymon put Shanti down and asked a question out of the blue.\n