I’m The Male Lead’s Biological Daughter, But I Want To Live With The Second Male Lead! - Chapter 117

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Chapter 117
Around the same time, a thought suddenly struck Kellic as well.
“Hey, when are you going to give her that?”
“That?”
“Yeah, that thing. That!”
“Ah, that… Hmm, should we?”
As if just remembering, Aselt glanced at Mabel with a suppressed smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“That?”
Mabel tilted her head in confusion, and Aselt drew something from his pocket.
“Here, take it. Mabel.”
“Huh? What is this?”
“What do you think? It’s a congratulatory gift from your big brothers!”
Kellic answered with a bright laugh as Mabel accepted the small box.
“A gift?”
Mabel blinked rapidly as she held the box.
A gift—she honestly hadn’t expected anything like that.
“Can I open it?”
“Of course! Go on, open it!”
At Mabel’s question, Kellic grew even more excited.
“Wait a moment, Winter.”
“Give her to me.”
As Mabel tried to set Winter down, Zigmund spoke up.
“Ack!”
Winter seemed displeased at being taken by Zigmund, but went along without protest.
She was curious about what the gift might be.
Meanwhile, Aselt and Kellic were slightly on edge.
Would she like it?
They hoped she would.
Their hearts were thump-thumping with nervous anticipation, mouths dry.
“I wonder what it is…”
Mabel’s own excitement was just as keen.
She carefully opened the small box.
“…Huh?”
Mabel’s eyes widened as she saw what was inside.
This was absolutely nothing she could have predicted.
And for good reason—what lay in the small box was…
“…A syringe?”
A syringe with a sharp needle attached to it.
And inside the opaque cylinder was something even tinier than a grain of millet.
“Is that really a syringe…?”
“Hisss!”
The moment Mabel picked up the syringe, Winter hissed sharply.
Then she thrashed about in Zigmund’s arms, desperate to escape.
“Why is she suddenly acting like this?”
Though of course, she was no match for a Grand Master whose broken wrist mended in just days.
“Is it because of this?”
Mabel quickly returned the syringe to the box.
Winter calmed down a little then.
“Hisss-sss!”
Though she continued to hiss at the box in Mabel’s hands.
‘Now that I think about it, Winter knew what a syringe was, didn’t she?’
It went back to when they first met in the Cave.
When Mabel had told the cocky little beast that if she went outside, she’d get a painful shot, Winter had immediately acted cute.
And when the vaccination actually came, she’d been perfectly well-behaved.
Mabel had thought perhaps she’d been too frightened to move.
But that wasn’t it at all—Winter simply hadn’t realized she was getting the shot.
‘She complained later that it was a little bit prickly.’
So Mabel had concluded that Winter wasn’t actually that afraid of needles.
But Winter’s behavior now said otherwise.
“Hisss-hisss! Kyiii-kyiii! Ugh, ugh!”
The beast kept snapping its jaws repeatedly, even retching—it clearly found whatever it was in absolute disgust.
“Ugh.”
Zigmund, holding Winter in his arms, held the creature at arm’s length.
“Hack, hack!”
Winter gagged, its tongue lolling out long, its whole body shuddering.
Then it snapped its jaws again toward the box Mabel was holding.
“What on earth is wrong with him?”
“Oh, I think it’s because of this.”
Mabel held up the box for the bewildered Zigmund to see.
“Because of that? This fellow takes injections just fine.”
“Hmm, I suppose so… Maybe it’s the design that’s different?”
Mabel glanced at the syringe inside the box.
The needle was thick, just like those used for drawing blood, and the plunger was fitted with something resembling scissors handles.
When in doubt, the sensible thing was to ask whoever had given the gift.
Mabel turned to Aselt and Kellic at once.
“What is this?”
Aselt shrugged at her bewildered expression.
“Judging by Winter’s reaction, I think I understand. The beast must have seen one of these before.”
“Hm?”
He withdrew the syringe from the box Mabel held and began to explain.
“It’s a transmitter.”
“A transmitter?”
“Right. Ordinary animals aren’t beastmen, so you can’t apply a Subordination Mark to them—that’s why you implant one of these at the nape of the neck instead.”
The moment Mabel heard Aselt’s words, a piece of modern knowledge surfaced in her mind.
‘Oh, so it’s like that! A pet microchip!’
The kind people implant to guard against losing their beloved animals.
She’d never expected such a thing to exist in this world.
Yet at the same time, Mabel found herself confused.
She leaned close to Aselt and murmured.
“But Winter is a beastman.”
Not that she was suggesting they brand Winter with a Subordination Mark.
She simply meant that ordinary animals’ transmitters shouldn’t be necessary.
However, Aselt’s thoughts ran differently.
“If Winter can’t drink the blood of his parents or the blood of a companion who shares a Bond of Servitude with him, he’ll remain in animal form indefinitely.”
Even if he matured, he would still be a white lion.
White lions were managed directly by the Wingtrion Family, making them a poacher’s dream catch.
There was no telling when something might happen to Winter.
“With this, we can find Winter much faster if anything occurs. And…”
Aselt lowered his voice even further.
“Even if Her Majesty the Empress tries to claim Winter is hers, we can stand against her with confidence.”
The owner’s name could be engraved on the transmitter.
Though it seemed unlikely the Empress would actually steal Winter and insist he was hers, it was better to be prepared for anything.
“Well, that does make sense…”
As Mabel listened to Aselt’s reasoning, she felt her interest piqued.
“I never would have thought of that. Thank you so much!”
Color bloomed across Mabel’s face as her gaze flickered between Aselt and Kellic.
Only then did the two men exhale in relief.
It was fortunate that Mabel was pleased.
“Hmm, a transmitter.”
Zigmund, who had been listening intently to the children’s conversation, stroked his chin with one hand.
“Right. Why didn’t I think of that?”
Even if Winter encountered another Fantastical Species or met a seer and formed a Bond of Servitude, there would be no cause for worry.
A transmitter was a kind of Artifact that could be removed at any time with the consent of the person who’d received the injection.
Thus, people typically had beastmen administer the injection.
Only, as it was an Artifact, supplies would be scarce in the current era.
“How did you two get this?”
At Zigmund’s question, Aselt pushed his sunglasses up once.
“We got some help from our friends in the Basilisk.”
Since they were all members of the Basilisk, they were well versed in underworld dealings.
For better or worse.
“And I made that box myself!”
Kellic announced it with unmistakable pride.
It was a handsome box with satisfying weight, the kind you’d find in a jewelry shop.
“Well…….”
When had he managed to expand his influence so far?
And I’d never known Kellic possessed such fine handiwork.
Zigmund chuckled in admiration and reached over to ruffle both children’s hair.
Thus, the transmitter that Aselt and Kellic had gifted satisfied everyone—except for one problem.
“Yaaaack, hieeeack!”
The subject in question, Winter, despised the injection with an intensity that was almost comical.
[Hurts!]
[That thing.]
[Really!]
The words flashed desperately above its head in a panicked stream.
“Huh? You’ve had this done before?”
At Mabel’s question, Winter flinched noticeably.
After a moment’s hesitation, Winter’s overhead words shifted abruptly into something sheepish.
[Heard.]
[Hurts.]
[Really.]
So it was just fear talking.
But Mabel found herself sympathizing with Winter’s reaction.
“Is that so? Hmm, I suppose it does look painful.”
The hole in the syringe needle was plainly visible even without looking closely.
For someone as small as Winter—a baby white lion—it seemed terrifyingly oversized.
“Then…… shall we do it later?”
Mabel wasn’t fond of injections herself.
So she had no desire to force the issue.
Besides, nothing urgent seemed to require it immediately.
[Later.]
[Later!]
Winter nodded vigorously at Mabel’s words, overjoyed at this reprieve.
Its bright blue eyes glistened like someone who had glimpsed a thread of hope.
“No. Now.”
But Aselt was not about to relent.
He stepped closer to Winter and whispered something into its ear.
Whisper, whisper, whisper.
The voice was too low for Mabel to hear.
But beyond the hand he held before his mouth, his lips curved into something far more sinister than usual.
At Aselt’s warm breath tickling its ear, Winter’s round ears perked up and its eyes flew wide open.
“……So? You still won’t do it?”
Aselt posed the question as though seeking final confirmation.
In that instant, Winter’s resolve crumbled entirely—the very beast that moments ago had sworn never again.
[Do it.]
[Transmitter.]
[Do it!]
[Now.]
[This instant!]
“What?”
What had changed so suddenly? Winter had been ready to retch rather than submit moments ago.
“What did you tell Winter?”
Mabel demanded, but Aselt merely shrugged.
“Either way, it’s getting the injection. So we might as well get it over with.”
“But wait…….”
Mabel turned back to Winter for reassurance.
“Winter, are you really sure? You’re truly willing to do this?”
[Now!]
[Now!]
[Now!]
Unlike Mabel, who wore her worry plainly, Winter had already made its choice.

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