I’m The Male Lead’s Biological Daughter, But I Want To Live With The Second Male Lead! - Chapter 74

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Chapter 74
Meanwhile, the cat was…….
“I’m leaving~ I’m leaving~!”
Wearing thick gloves, it was clawing savagely at Dain’s face as he tried to hold it back.
“Aaaaagh!”
Dain released the cat and hastily shielded his face, but he had to expose his forearms beneath the gloves.
Slash!
The cat finally tore flesh with its hooked claws and landed on the ground.
It didn’t get far before being caught in the pole net.
“That crazy cat, really!”
Blood dripped steadily from Dain’s forearms.
Seeing this, the physician’s face went pale.
“Master Dain, you must disinfect it at once!”
The physician rushed over with clean water without delay.
The other physicians felt the same urgency.
“Quickly, you must disinfect it!”
“Prepare the injection, hurry!”
But…… wasn’t all this fuss over a simple cat scratch a bit excessive?
“Ah, well. It’s just a scratch from a cat. You don’t need to make such a fuss…….”
As Dain, looking sheepish, tried to slip away, the physician gripped his arm firmly and cried out.
“Just because it’s a White Lion doesn’t mean it can’t carry rabies!”
“What?! A White Lion, and…… rabies?!”
Rabies was an incurable disease with no proper remedy!
Come to think of it, ever since it bit his forehead earlier, he did seem to have a bit of fever……?
“Oh no, merciful God!!! This cannot be! I cannot end like this!!!”
Dain frantically tore off his clothes, begging for his life.
“I haven’t yet witnessed all the deeds of the saintess sent by the God of Alchemy, and I cannot close my eyes like this!”
“Wait, please calm yourself. Come now, Master Dain!”
Only after three burly men piled on top of him did the terrified Dain’s thrashing cease.
“Sob, sob…… Doctor, I can be saved, can’t I…….”
Dain clutched the physician’s forearm as he examined his wound, weeping.
“Please, do your best to save me…….”
“Agh, best efforts alone won’t suffice! They simply won’t—!”
But the harder the physician tried to pry himself free, the more Dain clung to him like a leech, sweat beading on the doctor’s brow.
Mabel had followed out of concern, but ironically Mabel was unharmed while Dain bore the serious injuries.
Meanwhile, the cat trapped in the net—no, the White Lion—had its fur standing on end as it surveyed its surroundings warily.
That girl child had been out of sight since earlier.
Clearly, the large human had taken her away.
This was all because he had told her to cry out.
The White Lion grew even more anxious, worried for the child.
It was then.
“There!”
A child’s voice rang out.
Unlike what he’d heard in the cave, it was perfectly clear now.
Even tangled in the net, the White Lion turned its head toward the voice.
In that moment, the White Lion’s pale sky-blue eyes widened.
“Kitty~!”
A girl child, perched atop the giant human as if she were directing him, was waving toward him.
Most striking of all was her fur, which he had thought was merely black inside the cave.
In the warm sunlight, the girl’s fur revealed a truly mysterious hue.
Such vivid violet fur—it resembled flower petals!
And what of her eyes?
Eyes curved like a crescent moon, bright with laughter, shimmered with colors as brilliant as bird feathers.
As the White Lion marveled at that beautiful coloring, his heart suddenly sank.
How had she survived all this time with such conspicuous coloring?
He himself had been traded among countless people simply because his fur was white.
In all his movements from place to place, he had encountered many animals of varied coat colors.
But violet fur!
He had never seen anything like it.
Perhaps this child had endured a harder life than he had.
At the thought, her heart clenched with pity for the little girl.
At the same time, pride swelled in her chest—her rear end practically wiggled with it.
To have endured such hardship and still persevere, ultimately conquering humanity itself!
Truly, what a remarkable female.
She is worthy of my own kind, after all!
The White Lion, tangled in the net, flopped down flat and turned to Mabel with an affectionate whine.
“Mew-owww~”
“Yes! I’ll free you right now!”
“Wait, it’s dangerous!”
Zigmund barely caught Mabel as she tried to bolt away from him.
Suspended in midair, Mabel found herself back in Zigmund’s arms.
“Yipe!”
How dare he snatch away the child coming to me!
The White Lion snarled at Zigmund, but he paid it no mind.
“We don’t know what kind of sickness it might be carrying. We need to examine it first.”
“But… isn’t it cruel to leave it like that?”
Mabel gazed down at the White Lion with concerned eyes.
“Look there, though.”
Zigmund pointed to Dain, who was weeping while receiving treatment.
“You don’t want to end up like that, do you?”
“I’ll be fine! My kitty does exactly what I say! Isn’t that right, Kitty?”
“Meow~”
At Mabel’s question, the White Lion let out a perfectly docile cry.
Had Dain—who’d been bitten, torn, tasted, and chewed by the White Lion in every conceivable way—seen this, he would have keeled over backward.
“And it’s just a kitten anyway… couldn’t you at least free it from the net?”
Mabel turned her wide eyes up at him with desperate pleading.
He clearly understood that this expression was his weakness.
“Ugh…”
Zigmund groaned as though struck by holy magic, and soon surrendered.
“Stay right here and watch, then. I’ll do the untangling.”
“Yes!”
Zigmund set Mabel down on the ground and turned toward the net.
Whoosh—!
Without even touching it, something shot free like an arrow.
“No!”
Zigmund lunged to catch the White Lion, but it was already leaping into Mabel’s arms.
“Kitty!”
“Mew~”
Mabel hugged the White Lion tightly to her chest.
As if they’d known each other for years, it began to purr contentedly.
“Let me check—are you hurt anywhere? Why haven’t you gotten treatment?”
Mabel lifted the White Lion by its armpits and examined its grimy body.
She’d been worried when she saw blood pooling on the ground after it hit the wall and fell.
Fortunately, there were no visible wounds.
“What about your legs?”
Mabel flipped the White Lion to expose its belly and checked its hind legs.
“Huh?”
The hind leg that had clearly been bent at an odd angle was now perfectly sound.
Even though the Dress Hem that Mabel had wound around it was still tied tight.
In that moment, a thought suddenly gleamed through Mabel’s mind.
‘That incredible light spread out the moment this little one licked my finger.’
After that light shone—which no one but Mabel seemed to have seen—her wound had healed completely.
‘Could that light have… come from this one?’
Was that why the broken leg and the wounds from hitting the wall were all gone?
After pondering for a moment, Mabel leaned close and whispered to the White Lion, barely loud enough for it alone to hear.
“You… could your ability be Healing?”
Just as Aselt turned people to stone, and Kellic transmitted what he saw through Magic Stones…
Could this one’s power be mending wounds?
Now Mabel was certain: the White Lion was a Beastman.
But the White Lion offered no answer in return.
Just a tail swishing back and forth.
Zigmund, watching the scene unfold, fell into deep thought, his eyes narrowing with concentration.
‘But why does Mabel keep calling the White Lion a cat?’
And why does the White Lion make sounds that are actually quite feline?
‘Am I seeing things wrong?’
Yet no matter how hard he looked, the creature cradled in Mabel’s arms was unmistakably a lion.
A lion’s face, oversized for any cat—pointed ears, a blunt nose, pupils round and leonine.
‘Any way I look at it, that’s definitely a lion……’
A White Lion at that—one supposedly so rare.
And ever since arriving, the White Lion had been wrapping its tail around Mabel’s forearm again and again.
It was the courting behavior felines displayed toward members of their own kind they favored.
Then, a rational suspicion crystallized in Zigmund’s mind.
‘Could that Beastman somehow know that Mabel is a Beastman like him?’
Is that why he’s putting on this false modesty, trying to win her over?
True to his title of Grand Master, Zigmund’s insight struck exactly right.

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