I met the male lead in prison

by Usui Takumii

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I Met the Male Lead in Prison Chapter 1

Chapter 1. What? Meeting the male lead in prison?

It was a day of wilting flowers and falling summer leaves. I finally accepted my situation.

Three months ago, I opened my eyes and found myself in a totally different world, a world of a book that I had read in my spare time.

I had transmigrated into a book. And it obviously wasn't your typical transmigration.

I hadn't transmigrated into a fancy room with a lavish bed or one in a dilapidated wooden shack.

Why a prison!

I had transmigrated into…a prison. Right in front of me were a group of people dressed in drab clothes of striped gray patterns, with prisoner numbers hanging near their chests.

…I mean, how could I have opened my eyes to a prison!

A prison? A PRISON?

Even if I was only dreaming, I would rather have a different dream than a pathetic one like this. But though it was the most pathetic place for transmigration, this prison, 'Kambrakam,' was definitely the setting from that book I had read before. I could tell from the strangely familiar 'European Middle Ages' setting.

Of all stories, why did I have to transmigrate into this X-rated tragic romance novel. The book was something I had casually read to pass the time, so the details were fuzzy, especially of the male lead. I only remembered that he was super handsome, but a bit peculiar.

I was in a sort of special prison cell with other prisoners. In a time period in which human rights were thrown out the window, we were given proper meals and even taken to a place for daily exercise.

This was because all the prisoners here were of noble class. As for me, my character was in prison in my father and older brother's stead.

"Hey, Iana."

I didn't know what exact crime I was here for, but I knew I was some sort of extra character named Iana that hadn't even been worth mentioning in the novel.

"Hey, hey. You listening?"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Though I didn't know everyone's last names, the people in this prison cell with me were nobles, so I assumed that I was part of an aristocratic family as well.

I turned my attention to the middle-aged, pot-bellied man sitting in front of me. He cleared his throat and continued speaking.

"The reason why we don't have personal rooms and have been stuffed into a prison cell together? Simple. They want to set an example. That aristocrats can be punished too. It's a show of the emperor's authority."

"Aha, I see."

Baron Paladis, who had been caught and imprisoned for selling fake money despite his smarts, was a useful confidante.

"So that's why all the nobles are imprisoned in here."

Here's a rundown of what I remembered of the pretty strong plot.

The female lead. A lovely, kind, and friendly lady, Francia was imprisoned in Kambrakam in place of her father. This innocent lady couldn't control her always insatiable curiosity, and one night, took a secret tour of the prison, only to get lost in the deep parts of Kambrakam. She chanced upon a prison cell with a single man imprisoned inside, but…

[Who are you?]

The man who had been chained by his hands to the wall, was the longest-term prisoner in the history of Kambrakam. In other words, the male lead, Heinrich Dorean von Hel.

The future Archduke of the Hel estate.

An incredible power was passed down to the sons of the Hel family, but unable to control his powers, he had been imprisoned in the depths of Kambrakam, and wouldn't be released until there was someone who could help him with his control.

It was because this incredible power apparently turned the wielder into something like a 'beast.' Strictly speaking, one would gain power that surpassed human strength but would lose human awareness and reasoning.

[What a pitiful person…]

The kind and innocent Francia pitied the male lead after hearing about his situation, and released him from his bonds. But because of his power, as soon as he was free, he became a beast and ended up knocking down the female lead.

[Ahh~…!]

Ehem, you can guess what happened next.

Anyway. After an intense night together, the female lead became the male lead's 'companion,' the only one who he allowed to free him from his shackles. In this case, 'companion' referred to a lover to the duke that was connected to him by their souls.

And then there's more stuff about the villain and such, but for now, the male lead, the supporting male lead (villain), and the female lead developed their relationships with this prison as the setting in the X-rated novel. So, a love triangle was formed.

The love triangle concept continued throughout the story because the male lead had a relatively unstable personality and the villainous supporting male lead was consistently fixated on the female lead.

"The contents are quite…what a relationship those three must have had."

As far as I knew, the villain and the male lead were of rival aristocratic families, so the love triangle persisted even in high society.

I stood outside the male lead's prison cell as I thought to myself.

"Hmm, so I guess that's him."

Though I couldn't see that well because of the darkness

"Ugh, I can't see."

I could make out a shape, but it wasn't clear. Though the cells on the second and third floors had windows, this cell didn't have any. Maybe because it was situated in the basement? Though they could have probably installed windows in the basement cells…

It made sense that the male lead had a gloomy personality. Even if he wasn't born with it, he could probably only feel gloomy after being in such a dreary cell.

"Iana, I think you should go."

"Aw come on mister, just a little more."

I smiled at the prison guard Hans and hit his shoulders in a playful manner. He looked at me knowing that he couldn't convince me to leave and shrugged.

"You know that such a thing like this shouldn't even happen, right? If the boss finds out about this, I'm dead. Hmm?"

"Of course. Know that my lips are sealed."

"Huh. You really are a little different. Usually the precious ladies of noble families wouldn't mingle with lower class people like me, you know."

As I smiled at him without an answer, Hans smiled bitterly and shrugged his shoulders again.

"Well…though I probably wouldn't have talked with you if not for what you gave me."

Kambrakam was a prison for the nobles, so all the guards were knights. Especially for the male lead's cell, the guards were those with pretty high-level abilities.

A characteristic of this prison was that there were less chances of interaction between women and men than outside of the prison. And then, of course, there were a few people like me who struck up conversations with anyone, causing the bewildered knights to shake their heads. Though now that three months had passed, they had all gotten used to my actions.

"Did you like what I gave you?"

"Of course. Exactly where were you able to get such a high-class cigar? A middle-class knight like me would obviously drool over such an item."

"I don't know. I just asked for it in a letter to my family and they sent it to me."

The knight looked at me as if he didn't believe me, but I was telling the truth. As soon as I opened my eyes in this world, the first things I had seen were the desk I was sitting at and an almost blank letter with a small note scribbled at the top.

[Write to me what you want me to get.]

From then on, a blank letter would arrive every month, and if I wrote what I wanted and sent it back, those items, whatever I had asked for, would arrive.

Even items that were normally banned in prisons, like alcohol and cigarettes, were delivered to me if I asked. At first, I didn't know what this letter was, so I just left it alone, but the next month I received a letter asking, 'You don't need anything?'

To the others who couldn't get anything they wanted like I could, I quickly became a superstar.

If you don't mind, could the lady tell us exactly which family you are from?

There were people here who went by their first names and others who went by their full titles. There wasn't anyone who was called by their number, like, "Nobleman 3615!"

I'd like to just be called by my first name.

Anyhow, to the people who were curious about my family name, I always shook my head and asked them to call me Iana.

Because the thing is, I didn't know either. So I didn't let anyone know who my family was.

If my family was someone that I did know from the novel, then they would probably be someone with a high enough status based on how they could get me anything, but….it was difficult to see family members during imprisonment and other than the blank letter that arrived every month, there wasn't anything else for me to work with, not even a name.

So I just assumed that I was from a relatively stable noble family. Because if I was from a family that appeared in the book, I would have figured that out by now. Well, it's not like there were a lot of characters in the novel. I mean, other than the steamy hot nights between the female and male leads, nothing else was really that important.

Hans shook his head when I told him I didn't know where I got the cigars.

"Well anyway, you are an interesting person, Iana."

"Am I? I can't really tell. Ah, more than that, Hans, I have a favor to ask of you."

I pointed at the vague outline of a figure collapsed in the dark cell.

"Can you let me inside there?"

"No I cannot."

"Really?"

Hans shook his head in a firm no, but I knew what these guards were most weak against. I smirked at him and spoke.

"Next time I'll give you two of the same kind."

"…I cannot."

"3 cigars?"

He flinched at my smile.

"But still…"

"3 cigars and a pipe. If you don't want to, I'll just ask and give it all to Talmin-"

"Now that I think about it, I think going in for a few seconds is okay."

Talmin was another prison guard who was a rival of Hans.

"Deal."

I couldn't stop my chuckle. Hans cleared his throat and turned his head the other way. He tried to hide his embarrassment.

"You really can only stay there for just a little bit, okay?"

"Oka~ay."

Perhaps it's because the novel's events hadn't happened yet. Unlike how the cell was under strict surveillance in the novel, the male lead's prison cell wasn't heavily guarded. Perhaps it was because no one knew the male lead's power? In the novel, the prison cell was strictly monitored after the male lead caused a huge ruckus. So.

"You need to put in the key and turn it. Two times to the right. It's a bit rusty, so you have to put in some strength."

"Yup. Got it."

I pushed open the door after unlocking it. I could smell something like wet moss past the rusted door. This cell hasn't been cleaned at all, has it?

I took a few steps towards the wall and then stopped, blinking my eyes repeatedly. Someone lay on the ground, his body chained to the wall.

'So this is the male lead who hasn't met the female lead yet, huh…'

He probably hadn't been eating well because he was rather scrawny, but he still gave off a sacred, saint-like feeling. Maybe it was because of his silver hair. Or maybe because of his long eyebrows or his eyes with a color like the sky.

My throat made a sound as I gulped.

Heinrich Dorean was hella fine.

I Met the Male Lead in Prison Chapter 2

Chapter 2: This isn't a person, this is a dog (1)

He wasn't the most presentable-looking he could be. His appearance was slightly worse than a dirty ghost or worn-out clothing, I guess. For obvious reasons, I couldn't keep looking at him.

"I guess just 'ghost' wasn't exactly the way to describe him."

Let's see, I was currently 18 years old. The male lead, Rick Dorian, who had been trapped in here was 16, right…?

It was exactly 4 years before the plot began. 16 meant he was almost a grown-up, but with closed eyes, his face gave off a feeling of childlike youth.

Wow. He looked like an angel while sleeping.

"Is he alive? I feel like someone with such a face wouldn't be able to live in a place like this."

On the boy's neck lay a special sort of necklace. Honestly, more than a necklace, it seemed like some sort of shackle. Wasn't this the restraint tool that was used on the male lead as described in the novel?

Though he seemed heavily guarded and firmly shackled by this tool, his handsome appearance couldn't be hidden. Honestly, I had come here just to make sure I was really in the world of the novel I thought I was in, and now I had no choice but to admit that I was.

The male lead's beauty was too high to be in the real world and could only exist in a novel that had described his looks exactly as I saw them now.

'He's breathing, right?'

Without thinking, I stretched out my hand towards him.

Flinch.

I stopped. Hoping that I had seen incorrectly, I once more reached out to the male lead, but saw his eyelids twitch. And then he opened his eyes. My breath stopped as I looked into his sparkling blue eyes, which slowly blinked at me.

I had no time to appreciate the sight before me.

"Grrrr! Bark! Bark!"

"Oh my gosh!"

I was so shocked at the dog sounds that I fell on my butt. And then realized I had to get away from here.

…Do iron chain get longer? Because it just did!

I quickly avoided the male lead to a safe spot in the cell, barely escaping from his attempt to bite me. I looked at him, shocked.

Didn't the novel say he would just go crazy? And that though he was supposed to end up having a violent personality, he was definitely still supposed to be human?

"Bark! Bark Bark!"

That's just a dog! A! Dog! I stood speechless in front of the boy who, at this point, had forgotten any sort of human speech and behavior.

But after looking at the lad who continued to bark at me for awhile, I got used to it, and began to grope around my surroundings. Eventually, my hand hit an object. I wasn't sure why exactly there was a random stick in the cell, but.

I quietly and carefully approached the male lead while holding the stick towards him.

Chomp.

"…Ah. He bit it."

The male lead stared at me with a guarded expression on his face, but he continued to hold onto the stick.

So, this means he doesn't hate the stick, right? He likes it, right?

I looked at the male lead with interest and then lightly touched the end of the stick. His gaze towards me immediately grew more hostile.

Hmm, he's still not letting it go? He looked exactly like one of those puppies who didn't want their chew toy taken from them. I blinked with surprise at this realization and chuckled. Though rather than a puppy, he looked more like a baby predatory animal.

I soon realized my mistake in giving him the stick and held out my hand.

"Oh no no no. You should give that to me now. It's dirty."

He shook his head.

"…Huh, wait, you understand my words? Really?"

As I spoke, he looked at me with a violent gaze. Sort of like, how dare you look at me like I'm an idiot? Wow, I guess he did understand me. But then why did he bark instead of talk?

But if I just left him like this, his teeth were going to rot.

"Grrr….."

For now, I needed to get the stick away from him. If I teased him in any way, I knew I was going to feel guilty later. So without taunting him, I said 'Ahh,' and put my hand out towards him with my palm facing up. And since it didn't look like he was going to give me the stick, I needed something else to replace it.

I undid my hairdo and dangled the hair tie in front of the male lead.

"Look at this, Rick Dorian. Hmm? Come on, look. This is softer and squishier than that stick. Pretty, isn't it?"

Although he kept watching me carefully, I saw his gaze blur as his resolve wavered for a second.

Well, now he was acting like a cat. While he was distracted I quickly grabbed the stick from his mouth. And before he could start barking again, I shoved my hair tie into his mouth.

"Now, how is it? Nice, right?"

"…"

"There you go, there you go. Coochy coochy coo, you're such a good boy. You're really chewing it well."

"…stop."

"Hmm?"

"Pl, please stop."

Tik. The hair tie fell to the ground. My eyes widened.

I moved my lamp to get a better view of him. The sparks of the lamp I was holding surrounded his glowing face.

"Ahh…st, stop…"

The lad opened and closed his mouth, and then made a tearful face.

"Wh, wh, what d, d, d, did I do to deserve this?"

As soon as he saw me, his face flushed. As if he was embarrassed over his actions from earlier. His eyes began to tear up as he looked at me. I began to feel flustered.

"Ri, ri, right now, you, my first time…"

…Hm?

What crap was this guy spouting now. First time? First time of what.

"First time?"

Without thinking, I went along with the flow. And I realized when I spat out those words. He had a completely different expression than before, even his gaze was different.

"How, how could you do this, be the first bitten…you are the fir, first…"

"No. No, no, wait a second."

I stopped him from continuing. This male lead was just blurting out fantasies with sexual innuendos, left and right.

That was close.

I Met the Male Lead in Prison Chapter 3

Chapter 3: This isn't a person, this is a dog (2)

"So, what you're saying is, I'm the first person you've ever bitten, correct? Please speak clearly so people don't misunderstand."

"It, it is no-not a m-m-mi-misunderstanding."

"It is."

What kind of a situation was this, seriously. This meant that whenever he returned to his senses, he acted like this.

"S-so, it's a misunderstanding?"

"Yes, that is correct."

He looked at me with watery eyes. Any signs of his previously beast-like, predatory gaze had disappeared, but he continued to stare at me with sharp reproach.

I thought I could see the ocean in his blue eyes, especially when his eyes, akin to blue jewels were filled with tears…

If a single tear fell, I was going to be nailed down with an immense sense of guilt.

Fantastic.

I felt my conscience unnecessarily pricked, and spoke as I turned my head.

"Well, I'm sorry."

I rubbed my cheek with my hand and looked around the room, avoiding the staring eyes of Rick Dorian. For some reason, he looked surprised.

"Tha, that's the first time some, someone has a-a-apologized to me…the, first."

…What. What was with this guy and his whatever-firsts?

"No. No no no no no no. Let's get this straight."

I walked up to him and held his hand that was fastened to an iron chain. Rick Dorian's eyes shook. I was worried that his hands were hurt, but there weren't any wounds. Anyway, I held his hand and spoke sincerely.

"Firsts are not important."

"…"

"It isn't important that today was the first, it's important that you will experience things like this in the future, so get used to it. Ah, except the part when you were biting and chewing things."

So please don't stick the first label anywhere. I looked at Rick Dorian, hoping that he would seriously listen to me.

– Tak.

He slapped away my hand. I heard the sound of the iron chains rattling against each other. His eyes roamed around the room and his angelic face was now quite red.

"You, you shouldn't just t-t-touch someone's han, hand, like that!"

"Hand? It's not like I'm hurting it in any way. Wait, more than that, were you even listening to me?"

"But it's a man, man, man's hand!"

Who was he calling a man. Though his body was a bit large, his face was still like a child's…was he really referring to himself.

I wondered if I should ask himself something like, 'Who are you calling a man,' but I shook my head. He might end up bawling if I said that, and then I'd really suffer.

Pretty boys weren't my type.

But maybe a grown-up Rick Dorian would be, who knows. He fit the phrase, 'a beastly beauty' to a T as the male lead, a fountain of overflowing, unpolished charm and good looks. But, really.

He was a beast, a beast.

'Phew, especially at night.'

Though his elegant presence was also very charming when he wasn't a beast, I'd never heard of him being a crybaby. Maybe it was because he was still young?

Four years could really change a person.

"Iana!"

I heard Hans yelling for me from outside.

"Ah, I've got to get back."

I looked at the lad and smiled.

"Time's up, Iana!"

"Yes, coming!"

I quickly muttered one more apology to Rick Dorian before picking up my lamp and leaving. I was a little sorry to be leaving in the dark cell. He was still young, after all.

"I'll come again."

I couldn't see his face because my lamplight didn't reach him.

I kept remembering the male lead's tearful appearance as he told me about 'firsts,' but I didn't worry about him too much.

That this male lead seemed to be labeling everything as a 'first,' even more than a female lead would say in a typical romance novel!…is maybe what I might have been worried about if not for knowing what sort of novel I was in.

There were tasks that only the female lead could do, and this X-rated novel revolved around the male lead and female lead. Their first meeting was an important event that would free Rick Dorian from his restraints, specifically, the shackles on his neck, wrists, and ankles.

With the female lead Francia's unique healing ability, Rick Dorian would be free from his prison cell. Let me explain.

Rick Dorian would be freed from his shackles the day after their encounter. Evidently, Francia was the only one who could heal and save Rick Dorian from his curse, and so the only one who could help the male lead get out of prison was the female lead.

The male lead would get discharged from the prison according to the novel's timeline.

Speaking of prison, I wondered when I'd be getting out of here.

"You're sighing. Thinking of when you'll be discharged?"

"Please don't use that term. It makes me really feel like I'm a criminal."

"What, why're you like this all of a sudden~"

The smiling nobleman sitting next to me was Baron Paladis, the one who had been imprisoned for selling fake money.

He was pretty good company when I was bored.

Amusingly, though this was a prison, there was even a living room for the nobles. So anyone could meet up and share a conversation with the others. I found a bit funny seeing how everyone would languidly talk to one another, enjoying their privileges while all wearing the same striped-patterned-shirts.

That we were wearing these clothes while acting like nobles.

Did it even make sense to call ourselves nobles at this point?

"But more importantly, did anything fun happen today?"

"Do you want something from me, mister?"

Everything in our prison lives were for free, as was written in the law. To be precise, it was free because it was stated so in a law.

"Ehem, no, it's nothing."

Paladis didn't see how society was any different than how it was in prison, and though I hadn't experienced the noble society of this novel yet, I could see his point.

And if that was really true, I didn't want to be released.

"Then tell me more about the Domulit family. You said you'd tell me the last time we talked, remember?"

"Oooh, right, the Black Rose of the capital."

Duke Domulit. One of three dukes of the empire. Moreover, a member of the Domulit family was a very important character in the novel.

dubuu: I'll probably stop putting up manhwa illustrations now (maybe one more)! updates for this novel will be irregular. basically, I won't stack chapters; whenever I finish a chapter, I'll upload it.

I Met the Male Lead in Prison Chapter 4

Note: From now on, the male lead's name will be Ricdorian.Thank you to Lyds for recommending Ridorian, and sorry it's not the exact same as you asked for. haha.

Henrich Dorean - Rick Dorian -Ricdorian

Chapter 4: I became a Jean Valjean for you (1)

"That's right, you have a lot of interest in the capital's Black Rose."

Baron Paradis knew many matters regarding the empire and was the type of person who liked to flaunt this knowledge of his.

And though I enjoyed listening to him talk about this and that, I specifically wanted to know more about the Domulit family.

Because that's where the main villain was from.

"A flower that blooms underground will give off a scent that only people living underground will like. Some time ago, someone reported that a box to been auctioned off would contain a tiara that the emperor had previously lost."

"I thought auctions could only be hosted by members of the imperial family?"

"Of course. That law has never changed, but that doesn't stop the underground flower from holding their own auctions and markets."

A flower that bloomed underground, a black rose. The black market. This was the Domulit family's symbol. Actually, such illegal black market stories were typical of a villain's actions, so I wasn't surprised. A true villain indeed.

I knew about the emperor's tiara. In the novel, that was what the female lead discovers in the villain's room after she is released from prison.

So, the villain, Chaser Rube Domulit, goes to prison for a time under the crime of stealing the tiara, and later, after the female lead is put in prison, again, but under false charges this time, they have a reunion in Kambrakam.

"The imperial family has issued a searched throughout the empire, but they still haven't found any traces of the tiara, nor do they have evidence to convict the thief. Though they have strong suspicions against the Domulit family."

"I see."

Well, since it's the novel's main villain, he must be extraordinary, enough to escape from the clutches of the imperial family.

Hmm…interesting. Wasn't it? Despite being in prison, this baron knew so much about what was going on outside. Sensing my gaze, the baron smiled cheerfully at me.

"But Iana, have you heard that the Domulit family's most precious treasure is hidden very deeply? I'm not exactly sure, but there are rumours that they are actually hiding a daughter. I know it's just speculation, but isn't it so exciting?!"

"Ah, I've heard about that rumour."

"It's a very widespread rumour throughout high society, after all."

The villain Chaser Domulit had a younger sister. But other than that, there was no other information in the novel about her, not even a name, except that she had an early death.

I guess the sister was to show something like, 'even the villain has something or someone he cherishes?' So I quickly lost interest in this mysterious sister at that point.

"Anyway, I heard that the 'adventure' event you told me about was a lot of fun?"

"Ah, of course."

Ricdorian was a bewitching beauty. The image of his teary face came to mind, and I shrugged it off.

"Wait. That's right, Paladis. Do you know a way for me to meet the chief prison officer?"

"Chief officer? Hmm. I've heard that his office might be at the very top on the west side of the building."

I nodded, thinking of the tightly tied and chained Ricdorian. Alright, let's keep that location in mind.

We soon moved on to another topic.

Paladis was a great storyteller. Whenever he noticed I lost interest in what he was talking about, he would swiftly move us to another topic in a very natural manner. Thus, I would often leave from our conversations thinking that I had an amazing conversation with him. What a con artist.

"Paladis, you are one of the most skilled con artists I've ever seen."

"That is the greatest praise I've ever heard in my life."

I rummaged in my pocket and pulled out an elaborately wrapped square container, handing it towards him. Inside the box was a high-class cigar.

Though the baron kept refusing, I firmly placed the package into his hands.

"I should give you this at least for the information you've given me. And I'm doing this because I want to. Aren't you a tobacco lover?"

"But Iana, con artists don't accept tips."

"Hmph, then you should accept more so that it isn't just a tip."

I smirked.

"Because if you don't accept anything after giving me information, I'll know that you were actually conning me."

At my remark, Paladis had a blank expression on his face for a couple of moments before laughing out loud with me. Saying that he couldn't win against me, he reached out and accepted the box and stuffed it into his clothes while the guards weren't looking.

– Creeaak.

The heavy door opened, and I could smell the familiar damp smell of the prison cell.

'Nothing's changed since the last time.'

It had been three days since the last time I'd been to Ricdorian's cell. If I'd visited him everyday, the prison officers would soon reject my visits, even if I was the "superstar." So I waited a few more days before visiting for the second time.

Just like the first time, I handed Hans a cigarette before opening the door. Carrying a lamp, I carefully stepped into the prison cell.

Would he be asleep, just like a couple of days ago?

I raised the lamp as I approached the wall and then stopped.

Ah. I guess not. As I met eyes with Ricdorian's ferocious gaze, I knew which side of him was awake.

I Met the Male Lead in Prison Chapter 5

Some footnotes in here this time around. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: I became a Jean Valjean for you (2)

"Bark. Bark bark bark! Bark!"

"…Hello to you too."

"Grrrr. Grrrr."

Instead of words, he spit out animal sounds from his mouth.

"Grrrr!"

I tilted my head.

"Are barking and growling literally the only things you know how to do?"

The male lead shook his head in response to my question.

"Right. You can understand human speech. But then why don't you speak? Maybe…are you able to understand but unable to speak?"

This time he nodded his head, still glaring at me ferociously, of course.

…Well. Despite the glaring, he was behaving pretty obediently.

I looked at him, feeling a little weirded out by his glare, and then took a pouch out of my chest pocket and handed it towards him. As soon as I opened the pouch, a delicious smell drifted out. Ricdorian's eyes widened.

"Do you like bread?"

Head tilt.

"I'm saying, I've become a Jean Valjean for you."1

I dangled the bread that I had stolen from the kitchen, wait, no, technically, the bread I had hidden in my pocket during mealtime, in front of Ricdorian. The male lead's bright blue eyes followed the bread as I waved it in front of his face.

Well, what do we have here.

If the bread moved right, the eyes went right. If left, then left…and so on.

Wow. How cute. Though I shouldn't be teasing him with food.

"Want some?"

"Bark!"

"No, not that. Repeat after me. Please, give me some."

"Bark? Bark bark bark?"

"Please give me some."

"Bark bark bark bark!"

"…Exactly who taught this guy to speak in dog language."

The fact that he could understand but couldn't speak the human language meant that someone had taught him to do so. Ugh. Exactly what kind of crazy bastard only taught this guy to speak in dog language?

I stopped looking at the male lead, shaking my head.

"Okay, wait."

I moved my hand back. The blue eyes followed the bread in my hand, with a 'why aren't you giving it to me' look. I flinched at the gaze of the starving beast.

…If there wasn't a chain, I would have run away by now.

"Now that I think about it, if I just give this to you, you'll just devour it without thought. So just wait a second. Oh don't look at me like that, I'll give it to you, I'm just afraid you'll choke on it!"

Maybe he didn't hear me, because his gaze was growing more vicious by the second.

– Clank. Clank.

I ended up giving him a piece of bread when his chain started rattling from his pulling.

"Eat up."

As soon as I gave him a piece, he gobbled it up.

"Eat slowly. Otherwise you'll get a stomachache."

He gently bit my hand and closed his mouth over it. My hand tickled.

"…Does it taste good?"

There were bread crumbs stuck to the side of his mouth. Ricdorian's eyes shined as they looked up at me.

Ah. I guess this means he likes it. …And who exactly taught this guy to act like a dog, too?

He kept licking my hands to indicate that he wanted more, so I handed him another piece.

"Cough, cough cough!"

Told you so. I knew he was eating too quickly. The male lead looked up at me with teary eyes and grabbed onto his throat. Unfazed, I quickly taking off the cap of the water bottle.

…He won't bite me now, will he?

Perhaps because of his parched throat, Ricdorian was only focused on drinking water.

– Gulp gulp.

But while I was blankly watching him drink water.

Wait a second.

…When did he get so red?

Under the lamp's light, I could see the male lead's red ears, red cheeks, red shoulders…in fact, everywhere below the neck too. When I put my hand on his cheek to check, he blinked his eyes and tried pushing away my hand away.

"Pl, pl, please st, stop. Pl, please t, t, take off your hand."

I smirked.

"But you ate pretty well from my hand a few minutes ago."

At my remark, his face flushed red as if it was going to explode. It was the reddest I've ever seen a person's face gets. I looked at him, interested, and tapped his cheek. His eyes shook with tears as he stared at me.

Wow. It's quite easy to tell when his personality switches.

"I-i-if you aren't g-going to take responsibility for what you did to me, th-th-then don't t-touch me!"

…Uhm. There's already another person who will take responsibility, though.

The female lead, obviously. Pretty and kind Francia, with the ability to free the male lead. She was the perfect match for Ricdorian.

And that's why I visited the cell without a care about 'taking responsibility' and whatnot. I mean, the female lead would easily appear in front of the male lead, so before that happens, I was going to have a good time looking at his pretty face.

"You aren't hungry anymore?"

I looked at Ricdorian after thinking through my thoughts. The male lead, who had regained his rationality, still had a flushed face. He looked as if I was bullying him.

"N, n, not, not hungr-"

– Goreureuk.2

Well, that wasn't my belly, for sure.

Wow. I never thought his face could get even redder than it already was.

"Pfft-"

I put on a straight face and looked at the male lead who looked like he was going to burst into tears at any second.

"Hunger isn't something to be embarrassed about. Do the prison officers not give you your meals?"

I was sure he was given food. After all, Ricdorian was the only heir to an archduke. He was only imprisoned here because he couldn't control his powers, so of course he would get food to eat.

Though his meals weren't of the best quality. I looked at the dirty food bowl and sighed. Seriously, what was that, were they feeding a pig. How could the prison officers give him something like animal feed to eat.

"Come over here and eat. There's a lot left."

I had brought enough bread. After all, the prisoners were nobles, so we were given more than enough food to eat. According to Baron Paladis, though we were prisoners, if we weren't given enough to eat, the prison officers would get in big trouble.

Anyway, because of thi, I was able to steal a lot of bread into my pouch, which I dangled in front of the male lead now.

Huh. His eyes were shaking, but why wasn't he coming over?

"Should I go over there? I can go over there and feed yo-"

"I'm go, go, going!"

He reluctantly approached me, but slowly.

"Okay I'll just come to you."

So I moved over to him instead. As I neared him, he flinched.

Come on. It's not like he was a kitten who'd ventured outside for the first time, why did he keep reacting so strongly to the smallest of actions.

It was cute, though.

"Go ahead and eat."

"…Bu, but I want to eat with my hands."

Met the Male Lead in Prison Chapter 6

Chapter 6: A big shot supporting character makes a sudden entrance (1)

"No one's calling you a little kid. I'm just helping you eat since it's probably difficult to eat with your hands while chained to the wall."

"This, this, someone who gave me food li, like th, this, is the fir, first…"

I quickly thrust the bread into his hands.

Not this first times thing again.

"…Just eat it on your own."

But just like I thought, the chains that bound him were a huge obstacle while he tried to eat. His wrists had to totally bend if he wanted to take a bite, and his posture was so unnatural that I felt uncomfortable as I watched him.

"Come over here."

I couldn't watch any longer, so I grabbed the bread and let out a deep breath.

"I'll just take off small pieces and give them to you. There's nothing we can do, you know? And I have to leave soon, so quickly. And none of that first times thing. I'm just helping you out, okay?"

Oh yes, yes, coochycoo, good boy. You could do it on your own but I'm just helping you. Got it?

I quickly split the bread in half, and then took off smaller pieces from each piece.

"Open your mouth."

"Mmm…"

"Come on, quickly."

The reluctant Ricdorian slowly opened his mouth. It was just his small mouth opening, so why was there such an ambiguous atmosphere around us now.

I slowly turned my head after seeing the snow-white skin underneath his ripped clothes. Thankfully, he ate well, and didn't notice anything, and of course, his face was red, as always.

I grabbed the water bottle, even fed him water, and then tied my pouch again.

"I was wondering if you would eat, but you really ate a lot."

My pouch was now empty. Rather than having leftovers, this was the much more satisfying option.

By the way, why…

I had no idea why the male lead was trembling in the corner as if he had just had his virginity taken or something.

"…Hey, the only thing I've done is committed the whatever crime of helping you eat, what's going on?"

"You, you, your hand touched my li, lips!"

"I mean, yes, sure, because I was feeding it to your mouth with my hands. Where else should I have fed it to, your nostrils?"

"A-and you touched my, my ch, cheek…"

"I wiped it. Should I have just left the bread crumbs on your face then?"

Though I said all this, Ricdorian continued to look at me with reproach. Eventually, I looked at him with my hands up and surrendered.

Well anyway, as long as he didn't start with the whole first times thing. Ah, it should almost be time for Hans to call me.

I had run out of the short amount of time I had in here while tussling with the male lead over feeding him food.

'And I had something to say to him today too.'

Ricdorian was blushing like usual, his mouth opening and closing. Would he even be able to listen to what I had to say in this state, though.

I clapped my hands.

"You know. Isn't it too dark in here? There's no sunlight and it smells like moss. Even the air smells bad in this cell."

And though the this cell was in the basement, the worst looking spot was actually Ricdorian's little corner.

"The prisoners here usually go out on a walk once a day. Though the outside is mostly dried grass and withered flowers."

We could do things like walks because we were nobles, so if prisoners like us could use facilities with our noble status, wouldn't Ricdorian also be allowed a stroll outside?

And since Ricdorian hadn't finished growing yet, if he lost control of his powers, even the middle-level prison guards would be able to subdue him.

"Hey, don't you want to go out for a walk?"

Though a walk was something simple and boring to me, it was probably something very rare for Ricdorian. At least, until the female lead appeared four years later.

"A walk…is, what is that?"

I looked at Ricdorian with a dumbfounded expression.

Oh man. Don't tell me I have to start explaining from there?

People cannot understand a term that they don't use. Just like how a person who hasn't seen glasses before wouldn't know what they are.

"It means going outside."

"I, I, I can't go outside…"

"What if you could go outside? Would you go?"

He looked at me, sitting in a crouched position. We held gazes like this for awhile, and he didn't give a reply.

I watched as the light in the male lead's eyes slowly died away. They had been shining, only to dim as if the fire in his eyes were extinguished, like the ocean in them were contaminated. It was a sad sight.

Meanwhile, I heard Hans call for me.

"Ah, I've got to go."

The male lead opened and closed his mouth, but I didn't hear his voice.

"See you again."

I now had a small project laid out for me. The name was 'Make the male lead go on a walk.' The words sounded a little strange for a project, but whatever.

There was no real reason for me doing this. Honestly, I was bored with this prison life, just eating, sleeping, and then meeting people everyday.

The usual purpose of the prison to education and reform criminals? Nothing but crap in here.

Among the prisoners, there were those who were planning their next crime, but none who were repenting of the ones that put them in the prison cell.

Since they were all from the seemingly superior families, they all had an 'it's just prison' mindset.

The only good person here, was me. Is what I, who used cigarettes and alcohol to commit bribery, thought to myself.

I'm not shameless. Not at all.

Littlemetaball: Sorry for the late update. School starts this week eck.

Met the Male Lead in Prison Chapter 7

They say that good looks are the best.

…but I came to talk to the supervisor so why was I talking to this guy?

I looked at the golden eyes under the glasses and swallowed.

"Would you be the prison's supervisor?"

I'll say this again but the supervisor was in a middle position of power. In a company he would be the deputy section chief, or at best a section chief.

"Yes."

So someone explain to me why I was talking to a big shot.

The man in front of me was Lenag Tuge Valtege.2He was an important supporting character in the novel as one of the empire's marquesses3and the head administrator of the Kambrakam prison.

In other words, the boss.

He was a special character because after the number one villain Chaser Rube Domulit, he was the second most dangerous guy in the book.

Why? Because he was on the same side as that villain named Chaser. Lenag and Chaser had worked together to make the female protagonist go into a prison cell and get tangled up with Chaser.

It was left ambiguous why Lenag would have helped out Chaser in the main novel, but since I read the side stories, I happen to know.

He was in love with Chaser's younger sister, right? Lenag, this guy.

The fact that the very man who had held hands with that evil villain Chaser was actually such an innocent guy shocked me. Though this isn't really important right now.

"I heard that you asked to see me."

Why this marquess was was acting like the prison supervisor was beyond me. I tried to seem calm and casual, though I was nervous, instinctively on guard.

"Yes. I had a request."

"What kind of request might that be?"

Most of the time, when prisoners asked to meet with the prison supervisor, it was because they wanted a certain item brought in from the outside.

Though, even though they are nobles, that does not mean all requests are approved. For example, not too long ago countess had badgered the supervisor for a dress, which was rejected.

"I was told that all the prisoners here receive the same treatment, is that true?"

"On the surface, yes."

…Unexpectedly, he was pretty honest, and what was this answer of his, like there was more to the story?

But I swallowed my bitterness and nodded my head. Because honestly, the fact that treatment wasn't fair was something even I knew.

"If we follow this principle, as long as their crimes aren't treason or felonies, all the criminals are allowed a period of time each day for a hike outside or to enjoy an activity in the common room. Right?"

"Correct."

I held back my emotions. This next part was crucial to getting my request approved.

Zolen: Rule of thumb, the usual structure is:

Baron= Owns a castle, usually has a small collection of guards. This title is a common reward for a military general.

Viscount= Owns a castle and small town, has the right to make a platoon.

Count= Controls a large area of land, usually including several towns, can make a small army.

Marquess= Owns a sizable territory, and usually has a few Counts under their command. You can not earn this title, you have to be related to royalty in some way.

Duke= Has rights to the territory of a Marquess or two and related to the royal family, so has a lot of political say.

Emperor/Empress= Owns the empire.

littlemetaball: *bows down at zolen's vast knowledge*

Also zolen: a prison full of nobles, those poor guards.

also littlemetaball: GET IT? Like,poorguards, because they aren't as RICH as the criminals?! hahahahahahhaa–

Met the Male Lead in Prison Chapter 8

Okay so ive been gone for more than two weeks apologies apologies, but I am going to translate imtmlip because it won in the poll! thanks guys~~

This chapter was brought to you by metaball and zolen.

Chapter 8: You're a little bit too much today

"W…while talking to the other prisoners I happened to learn that there was a young prisoner at the lowest floor of my building.

I clenched and then unclenched my fist.

"I heard that this prisoner was trapped in isolation, unable to enjoy even a speck of sunshine.e."

"Yes. There happens to be such a prisoner."

There was nothing off about his soft-spoken tone. Seeing this, I nodded.

Just as I thought, Ricdorian wasn't a threat to Lenag yet. Since the male lead and Lenag only started fighting eachother after Chaser got involved.

"From what I heard, this prisoner was banned from hiking even though he hasn't committed a serious crime. Isn't he a little pitiful?"

"So Iana, are you saying that this young prisoner is of concern to you?"

Though it was for a second, the eyes behind his glasses sharpened slightly.

Was I just seeing things?

I tilted my head after looking again and seeing his soft eyes.

"Yes. That's right. I came because I was hoping to talk to you about this matter."

"I see, so you are a nice person."

"Uhm…yeah."

This pricked my conscience. After all, I didn't have completely pure and innocent motives for doing this.

"I mean, I have a younger sibling, so I can't pretend like I didn't see or hear anything."

"…You have a younger sibling?"

"Yes."

Honestly, I didn't know if Iana had a younger sibling. Though I did hear that she was in prison in place of her dad and older brother.

Well, she probably has a younger sibling, so.

I heard that amongst noble families, first cousins and even third cousins twice removed counted as being in the same family. Then in those countless family members, there should at least be one such younger cousin. And it's like Lenag could do a background check on me right now.

"Please. Let the young prisoner go hiking."

"Alright. I will grant your wish."

Okay, so at this point, he should be rejecti-huh?

"Wait, what did you say?"

"I said I would grant your request."

My eyes widened.

He'd grant my request? Why? Why? This easily?

The prison had kept Ricdorian in a restricted and isolated cell because he was unable to control the powers that were passed down through his family line. This administrator guy definitely knew all this.

So I had predicted that he would reject my plea and had come up with a plan to suggest a compromising request, but….

"I have already told your father and older brother that I would listen and grant any of your request."

"Ah, oh, yes? Yes…My older brother and father…"

…exactly what kind of people are they??

I mean, what kind of people could they be that they could just ask this Marquess, a man known as the Iron Blood Marquess, this man rarely approved any sort of requests to, 'listen and grant any of your request'.

There were a couple of scenes where the prisoners met with Lenag, and begged him with request, but they had to pay an unreasonable amount of money if they wanted it approved.

…Maybe. I'm…actually from a pretty well off family?

"Ah, ah. Yes, then-"

"The young prisoner will be able to hike while accompanied by prison officers, but since he is a magic criminal offender, he will hike separately from the other criminals. Does this complete your request, Iana?"

It seemed that Ricdorian was imprisoned here under magic offense.

I nodded, lost in my thoughts.

"You're a good person."

Lenag grinned and stretched his arm towards me. Did he want me to put my hand in his??

He led me to the door when I took the hint and grabbed his arm.

What a smooth move.

I didn't have any complaints, though, since I got what I wanted. Except, I was a little uncomfortable that it had been achieved so easily.

"I have been asked by your father and brother, so I will make sure that your request gets processed."

The door creaked open, but then Lenag pulled back on it.

– Tak.

The door was closed again, and the man that was towering over me then slowly hunched his upper body to match my height.

Lenag smiled as he stepped closer, leaning in a polite distance. His eyes curled mischievously.

"Even if you don't book an appointment, if there is something you want, I will be sure to hear any of your requests."

No, who would say this guy was the cold and indifferent prison administrator.

I thought the novel said he was thorough and calculative.

I haven't even seen their faces yet, but what exactly did my brother and dad do for this to happen?

"Please visit me again."

I blankly stared at him, and then decided.

…No. I never want to come here again.

lilmeta: thank you for the name suggestions Jeffhyun97, pokeito, Rose! I am going with Lenag Teuse Valtege.

zolen: I wonder if this guys mustache is as impressive as the iron blood alchemist? Na, impossible.

–after–

meta: What should Lenag's name be: Lenag Teuse Balteiz?

zolen: or captain eyebrows

meta: lmaoo wheeze cofff *dies before spring break even starts*

Chapter 9 – You're a little bit too much today! (2)

The next day it rained heavily. While some may consider this as a blessing, others may not. Lucky for me, it seems like the weather is in my favor, as this was a great opportunity to secretly visit Ricdorian. As a matter of fact, I went to the Prison's Head Office and met Lenag Tuge Valtege.

I wanted to have a talk with him in regards to the current situation of Ricdorian, pretending to be a person of good soul, and persuade him to give Ricdorian the same freedom that other prisoners have… even asking him to let Ricdorian take some walk sometimes. And to my surprise, Lenag agreed immediately.

Furthermore, I didn't expect him to know who Iana really was. And, it's not only her that he knows but also her father and her older brother who even asked him to grant any of my requests.

I know two villains when I read this novel, and Lenag is definitely one of them. He is a 19 year old, cold-hearted person, who tortures and punishes prisoners whom he doesn't like. What more to those people who get on his bad side? The combination of Chaser Rube Domulit and Lenag Tuge Valtege would definitely make the world around them suffer from cruelty and coldness. I shivered at that thought.

I thought I would never see him in this novel, but I didn't know we'd run into each other that way.

By the way, what kind of people are Iana's older brother and father? After making him accept my requests, does that make them kind? Do they care?

I wondered about it for a while, but then, after this imprisonment, I will probably get to know them soon.

"Once I will be released, I'll find out."

In fact, the Chief guard said that my crime was light, which means that I would leave this place soon. That's why for my remaining time here, I will have to see the male protagonist from time to time.

I know Lenag had a temper, but he was so calm when I approached him.

Is this what you call the golden parachute?

The monetary power of Iana's family is so compelling. I should say'thank you'to them after I got out of here.

But… no, I came here on behalf of the crimes they committed.

Ugh, I don't know what to think anymore!

It's so hard to grasp such things. Anyway, thanks to them, I was able to live freely inside this prison. So I have no ill feeling, at all.

"How are you?"

"Haven't seen you for two days. How's life?"

I came to the room, bringing with me a small box for Hans as a trade for my visitation, smiling at him then talked casually.

"Are you going inside the cell today?" He asked, while opening the small box I handed over him.

"What's new?" I have always come here ever since I saw Ricdorian. It almost became my habit seeing him. Everything was thanks to Hans, though. I even got somewhat closer to the wild Ricdorian.

Of course, since he always did me great favors, a physical reward is a must. He even said, he has never met someone like me before, so I think the most satisfying thing that Hans could ever receive are cigarettes.

"Ah, Iana. Today is a little dangerous, so be careful."

"Dangerous? Why?"

"Oh, it's no big deal, but today the floor is slippery, so be careful on your steps. On rainy days, the floor is a bit damp because of the leaks."

"Didn't you build this building to be sturdy and strong?"

"Yes, but the basement is built underground so leaks are possible." Hans scratched the back of his head, showing an uncertain expression.

"Oh, and sometimes the prisoner screams, maybe because the basement is colder. Also, be aware… the underground cell is very cold."

Standing outside, I heard him scream and saw bugs crawling anywhere. Such a number of bugs I had never seen before. It is really true that no matter how well you construct a building, a prison will always be just a place for the confinement of prisoners. Nothing else, nothing more.

If I was given the freedom, I would definitely give him a good room to stay here in the prison. It could have been better. I've seen some humps in every cell, but the place where this felon stays is worse, with rats and bugs crawling everywhere.

I shrugged my shoulders. I think it's a little chilly today, so I put on a shawl, wrapping myself like a Burrito to stay warm.

"Thanks for your concern." I said, in reply to his warning earlier. It is always best to stay healthy and strong in times like this.

Soon, I left Hans and opened the bars. One's advantage!

The bars were originally rusty, so it made a louder noise today and as I walked inside, a mossy smell pierced my nose. This tingling smell is much worse than usual.

Is it because of the rain? As soon as I took a step forward, my feet were wet.

"There are puddles in here!?"

There's too much water on the floor as if it is flooding in here. At that moment, a small water droplet touched my cheek and when I looked up, I found that water was dripping from the ceiling.

"If anyone sees this, they'll probably think that it's raining inside this cell."

Somehow, it became very humid. It was as if the waters gathered and accumulated on the floor. This is bad, the floor is very dirty and bugs are crawling. Could this be any worse?

Tap, tap, tap.

Even though it was underground, I could hear the sound of the rain clearly from the ceiling. I raised the lamp from the floor, with a frown, saw Ricdorian's face, and started walking towards him.

My leather shoes were heavy and my trousers were wet, but it didn't stop me. Seeing the boy in front of me, soaking wet, I just couldn't stop.

"Grrrrrr!" He's grunting at me, glaring with anger.

It seemed that his rational side, which I wanted to see the most, was asleep as of the moment.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked, trying to sit down the usual way, but later chose to squat. Soon, his blue eyes wailed.

"Grrr! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!"

"You can't tell if you're okay or not." The chains made a noise as he moved. He was unusually rough today. I moved my ass a little as it seemed uncomfortable squatting.

"I would like to ask you what's bothering you, but I think it's too much to ask you to speak in human language…"

"Ruff! Ruff! Grrr… All the time!"

"Shhh. Good boy. It's raining, so it's ringing more."

"Ruff!"

…he made a lot of dog noises today. Everytime I ask him a question, he answers me with'Ruff'and'Grrr'. Seems like there will be no proper conversation this time, so I just decided to leave.

I opened the shawl wrapped it around my shoulder, tried to reach him but hesitated a bit…. What if he's gonna bite me?

His barking is louder than usual and I could see, at a glance, how vigilant he is when I tried to reach him, as if it what I was doing was big deal. I wanted him to get used to it, but seeing his furious face each time I attempted to, I guess it was so inconceivable.

But something's really making him uncomfortable today. What's the reason for this? Is it because he hates water and he feels like it's stinging him?

Before I came into this novel, I read that Ricdorian has an aquaphobia. He was especially afraid of water. So I think that must be it.

A person like you is a disgrace to the entire family.

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Chapter 10 – What progress is this?! (1)

Translator:SKAISEditor:SKAIS

Typically, people in the Hel family who were born with curses, were able to control their powers before reaching the age of 15. They would be confined for the time being and were quickly released when they got a hold of their powers.

They were actually wild beasts and they lacked control of the curse they possessed, which made it difficult to communicate with them. That is why, Ricdorian, who has been imprisoned for so long was considered a disgrace to the Archduke of Hel estate.

You bastard.

Ah..Fa.. Fath… fa…father!

The way his father, the current Archduke of the Hel estate, treated him was brutal. He would always tuck Ricdorian's head into the washbasin, keeping his breath away.

Just how could a father treat his son that way? He is more than a beast. He's a savage.

It was so cruel and pitiful.

Even in his father's coercive way, Ricdorian still couldn't control his power and eventually became petrified of the water because of his father's doings. The fact also that he was abandoned there a dozen of times added to that fright.

That's why they were left with no choice but to use their last resort which is a 'companion'.

It wasn't until later that his family found out that he had so much power, that's why it was difficult for him to control it. From that moment, he will be imprisoned until the time he meets the'companion'they were waiting for, who will release him from the shackles.

However, the Archduke had lost his interest in him, so he did not try to find him a companion and let him be. Then by chance, Francia came into this room and met him.

I was staring at Ricdorian who's sitting like a lion, when suddenly he wavered a little. It was said that the moment when the beast became the sharpest was when he was hungry and wounded. Unlike humans, revealing weakness is something they are ashamed of. It is as if showing a little weakness makes them a frail. That's why they needed to be vigorous in order not to be pitied and oppressed.

I didn't know that the phrase I stumbled before coming into this novel could be of any relevance to him.

'A trauma is a wound.'

It surely relates to him.

I raised my hand and he flinched at my sudden action, so I muttered'sorry'. Soon, my hair tie that had been loosened, slumped down on my back. I shook the hair tie off before his eyes.

Ding. Ding.

"Do you like the bell?" I asked as he stopped trembling, his tremor was interrupted by the dangling sound of the bell, and he bawled.

Like the sea, his blue eyes moved along with the bell and ribbon-decorated tie in front of him. Once again, with a small rattle, the little bells on the tie made a clear sound.

"I thought you'd like this." This was from my brother who always sent me a letter. Sometimes gifts came along with the letter.

"Ruff."

There's a lot of time off and too many things that can be done while in the prison so I thought he might like this and play with it that's why I wore it to show him today.

"This is better than the sound made by the rain, right?" His fierce eyes stared at me then rolled himself as I swung the tie in my hand…he looked like a dog who saw a ball, wanting to play it.

I smiled at that.

I tried to reach out to one of my pockets and pulled out a headdress that he liked when we first met. It was a head strap with plump decorations.

So, you like things like this, huh?

Maybe I should wear stuff like this every time I go see him. I decided to give him the head dress, and reached it out to his mouth.

"Burr…" Oh, he's really good at biting things.

"Oh, that's good."

"Yes! Good job. It's good to bite something fluffy, right?" He nodded in approval.

"…I've asked you to answer me properly." How can he answer like this?

"Come on, play."

While he was busy with the headdress, I took the opportunity to tie the hair tie into his hand and patted him.

Good boy.

Ding. Ding.

Once again, he was distracted by the sound of the bell, so I lifted my shawl and put it on his head to dry him.

"Shh. It's alright. Ok, That's right. You're all wet. Let's wipe it off so you'll not catch a cold." Surprised by my sudden actions, Ricdorian struggled to get away from me, but soon he calmed down as the shawl was soft and made him warm.

From the looks of it, he's feeling good, isn't he?

Even though he is a beast, he'd still have the tendency to get a cold. A beast still has feelings after all.

But what about me?! Am I the narrator of this story? But I have never read one in the book. I shook my head and stopped thinking about it. I'm not sure if this is an environment where people can get the flu or sick, but this person in front of me is a half-beast, so I am not really sure.

"Chirr"! At that moment, I instinctively bit the back of my hand as I heard the sound of a rough chain. He suddenly advanced towards me!

"Ow!"

"Well then mister, but you can't."

I saw Ricdorian's hand, which he lifted up in the empty air feeling anxious with the chains. Wow! If it weren't for the chains, my hand would have been caught right away.

I sighed in relief.

The boy stared at me with the shawl in his head. He looked adorable.

But the more I stared at him, the more I realized that he looked like a beautiful man. A man who looked as if he was a young saint, which blended together with his silver hair. His clothes were soaked and clinging onto his body which emphasizes his curves. Even though he was sixteen, he already had a slightly broad shoulders and firm-looking arms.

This made me swallow a lump on my throat.

I don't think his facial features and his body match. It is like mixing water and oil together. Not in a bad way, but in a way where his face was so angelic and innocent while his body looked evil and sinful. He is a real work of art.

"You tried to catch it, right?" I tapped the back of his hand, which was holding the hair tie tightly."Don't you feel pain holding the tie like that? You're breaking it." I don't know if the tie will really break, but the bell is a little bent. Oh my, the bells are all bent.

I shivered slightly. Wow, can this be done by mere human power? Well, he's not really a pure human after all..

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