Looking at the face of the boy stepping on his neck, a shiver ran through his whole body.
Just now, that cat in Belindaâs arms jumped at me. And he turned into a human and now heâs stepping on my neckâŠ
He knew from the glittering spirit stone on his forehead â a Shinsu leopard. A beast in human form.
He didnât know why the leopard was there, or why he was there with Belinda⊠But knowing that wouldnât help him anyways.
The fear was choking his whole body.
He wanted to close his eyes and escape. Run away screaming.
But he couldnât do anything.
Aymon lowered even farther onto the prince. As his facial expression so clearly indicated, he was serious.
âHow dare a human being threaten whatâs mineâŠâŠ?â
âHukâŠâ
No, he did want to answer, but he couldnât since he was being held down by the neck. He wanted to shake his head, but, again, he couldnât move his neck. A pained groan escaped his slightly open mouth.
Aymon pressed down even harder, not taking his feet off until the prince was out of breath.
Killing a fragile human being was very simple. There was nothing to hesitate about.
What worried him was all the nagging heâd get from his elders for killing a member of the royal family. AlsoâŠ
Â
Also, if I kill this little boy, Belinda and I will no longerâŠâŠ.
Aymon looked down at him, holding his neck and rolling around on the ground/
Belinda was still clinging onto the tree with an astonished face.
âYou.â
âHahahâŠâ
Instead of answering, the prince moaned in pain.
Aymon knocked him back down onto the grass.
âYou humans are very weak. You know that, right?â
âUhâŠâŠ Yes, yes.â
âIf youâre hit by an arrow, youâll obviously die.â
Lart looked back at him with a terrified gaze.
Are there thorns in the air? Why is it so hard to breathe?
âBut you fired an arrow at Belinda.â
âI-I didnât know.. ⊠I didnât know Princess Belinda was there.âŠ.â
He was trying his hardest to deny it, but they both knew it wasnât true.
A faint smile appeared on Aymonâs face.
âYou didnât knowâŠâŠ Sure. You might not have known. Maybe.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âWell, hereâs what I donât know. How much strength do I need to waste for you to die?â
Thump. Aymonâs feet were straining.
Prince Lart took another sharp breath. He felt like all his ribs might break.
âWill this be enough to kill you?â
âCoughâŠâŠ.â
âOr this much?â
Whenever Aymon increased the pressure on his chest, his eyes blurred with pain. Maybe his bones were already broken.
Before they knew it, Mazetto twirled around their heads, chirping.
âKill him! Kill him!â
Lart, in terror, did not hear it, and Aymon pretended not to hear it either.
Lartâs intense breathing caught in his throat.
A damp liquid flowed down between his trembling legs. It was embarrassing, but he didnât even have time to feel ashamed about it.
He grabbed Aymonâs ankles and shook his head desperately.
âNo, no! NoâŠ! Save me. I was wrong. I, I, uhâŠâŠ! Save meâŠâ
The royal child, more arrogant than anyone else, was now clinging desperately onto Aymon with tears and snot all over his face.
But there was an even more arrogant beast above him. Aymon laughed. His smile seemed to hide a lot of cruelty.
He whispered in a small voice, so Belinda couldnât hear.
âBelinda is my human.â
âHahahâŠâ
âYou see what I mean? Youâre a smart, great member of the royal family.â
âYesâŠâŠ! Yes!â
Prince Lart replied obediently, nodding his head wildly. He was desperate to get out of this threatening situation somehow.
Mazetto, sat on Belindaâs shoulder, was twittering excitedly.
âBite him, Aymon! He killed a pigeon, too!â
Only then did Belinda come to her senses. She hurriedly stepped in, afraid that a cruel incident would soon unfold if she didnât.
âAymon.â
She grabbed his collar with trembling hands.
Aymon slowly turned to face her. He skimmed over Belindaâs scared, confused face.
She couldnât speak. The sight of Aymon stepping on Lart made her think too much off the innkeeper that would beat her.
Unknowingly, her hands trembled and her mouth was closed so tight, it felt like her jaw would break.
âAre you scared? Should I stop?â
Aymon asked tenderly.
She shook her head, and softly grabbed Aymonâs shoulders, whispering in a thin voice.
âNo, itâs not thatâŠâŠ.â
âMhmm.â
âJust in caseâŠâŠâŠ pick a spot where the wound wouldnât showâŠâŠ.â
She didnât want him to be killed â he was her half-brother after all â but still, it would be okay to punish him a little bit for almost shooting her, right?
ââŠâŠ.â
Aymon almost laughed, but managed to hold it back.
I know the situation is scaring you, but are you really asking me to bite him somewhere it wouldnât be seen? This girl is really clueless.
Aymon thought a little about what to do with the prince.
Belinda told me to not be gentle, so I think I shouldnât be. Itâs not like Iâm some sort of domestic cat, but this still feels weirdâŠ
He shook his head and stepped away from the prince.
He knew that Belinda was still afraid, even if she pretended to be fine. Aymon was well aware of when it was time to end his act.
Lart crouched on the ground holding his chest, coughing.
Mazetto chirped lamentably.
âHng. Why donât you kill him?â
Belinda hushed him and smoothed down his wings with her fingertips, which were still trembling.
Aymon sighed, once again sensing her fear.
A little leopard appeared on the grass. Aymon slowly approached Lart, now in his animal form.
He whispered in his ear.
ăJust so you know, if you try to retaliate against Breedee for what happened today, that will be the day your life ends.ă
ââŠâŠyes.â
Prince Lart nodded with his eyes bathed in tears.
ăDonât talk about today, either. Itâs embarrassing, isnât it? For someone of the royal family.ă
âYesâŠâŠ.â
ăGood. Youâre smart.ă
Aymon pricked his ears, satisfied
He didnât want to be nagged by his elders because of the boy. Elder Ayshaâs lectures had always been long and boring.
He strode towards Belinda, who was still frozen in shock.
When she felt him rubbing up against her shoes, she looked down.
ăThe archery competition is over already. Letâs go to your palace and have some snacks.ă
Aymon said, wagging his tail.
âAll right.â
ăPick me up, Breedee.ă
He rubbed against Belindaâs legs, acting cute, perhaps to threaten the prince just a bit more.
Donât be afraid of me. Iâm your cute little beast.
Belinda crouched down to pick him up.
âYes. Letâs go.â
She stretched out her arms and the expectant Aymon jumped right into them.
A warm, soft creature that I can hold in my arms. A cute and scary little friend who scolded Larte for me⊠Aymon.
Leaving behind Lart, who still hadnât stopped panting, they turned around to return to the guest palace.
No one would care about the mixed-descent princess, even if she had not made any effort at all to hide. Her father wouldnât have cared either.
âWhy didnât you kill him, Aymon?â
He swiped at the bird with his front paw as a response, and it flew away before he could catch it.
Belinda stared in the direction of the palace, still some distance away, and lifted up Aymon by his torso.
Dangling in the air, he looked at her with a puzzled expression.
âAymon.â
ăHm?ă
âYou threatening the prince was really cool.â
He rubbed his nose with his front paw to hide his embarrassment.
ă Next time I step on someone Iâll be even cooler. I can do it.ă
He promised better acts of violence against Prince Lart.
ăIâve done this a lot in animal form, but itâs my first time doing it as a human.âŠ.ă
He murmured awkwardly.
Belinda smiled brightly and nodded.
âBut arenât you going to get into trouble if you act like this?â
ăTrouble? What trouble?ă
âHeâs from the royal family. What if he wants to get back at you?â
Aymon could see the worry in her eyes. He slightly licked the back of her hand.
Surprised, Belinda accidentally dropped him. The texture of his tongue was unfamiliar.
He landed lightly on his feet and looked up at her.
ăBreedee. Iâm strong.ă
âYes. I know. ButâŠâŠ.â
ăDonât worry. I donât care what rank a person is. Iâll step on the Emperor if you want.ă
âThat emperor is my father, though!â
ăTrue. Shall we exclude the Emperor, then?ă
Belinda put off answering and smiled lightly.
ăAnyway, what Iâm saying isâŠâŠ You just need to be next to me. Hugging and petting me.ă
ââŠâŠ.â
Belinda choked up.
I keep getting emotional.
She tried to hold back her tears. She just made a joke about the emperor, but the way Aymon could comfort her without saying a word made her emotional again.
A friend who is always nervous but kind. Great and noble, but just a cute leopard for me. My dear friend, Amon.
Belinda slowly knelt down and made eye contact with him. She reached out her hand, and Aymon rubbed up against it.
ăSo, Breedee. Take care of me now.ă
ââŠâŠyes.â
She blinked over and over again. She felt like crying, but tried to hold back her tears â she didnât want Aymon to see her crying.
She stroked his head gently.
Satisfied, Aymon closed his eyes.
After some time, he looked up at her. His eyes glittered beautifully in the sunlight.
Belinda smiled.
Tears streamed down her face, but she didnât know why she was crying.\n