The Dragon Family’s Beloved Baby Cat - Chapter 41

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Chapter 41

 

The young boy’s eyes, which had been filled with contempt, now trembled as if witnessing an unbelievable miracle.

 

“Why doesn’t it smell? No, is it because of this bracelet?”

 

“Me? I washed this morning, you know? And this bracelet is mine!”

 

Moa answered confidently, sniffling her nose.

 

Coincidentally, it was Moa’s hand wearing the bracelet that covered the boy’s mouth.

 

The boy, who had been sniffing at the bracelet, soon began burying his face in Moa’s hand and the hem of her clothes, smelling them.

 

“It doesn’t seem like you washed…”

 

To claim she had washed when her face was covered in dirt and dust.

 

However, to the boy, the dirt-covered Moa seemed like the only breathing hole in this world that allowed him to breathe.

 

The boy reached out with trembling hands and very carefully grasped the hem of Moa’s dirty clothes.

 

“Come here quickly. When you move away, the stench comes back.”

 

“Geez, first you tell me to go, then to come.”

 

Moa put her free hand on her hip and exclaimed “Geez!” just like the orphanage teachers.

 

Then, tilting her head, she pointed at the boy’s face and began giggling.

 

“Oh! Your face looks so funny!”

 

“What?”

 

“You got dirt on your face~!”

 

When Moa’s dirty hand touched the boy’s face, which was covered in cold sweat, it left sticky traces.

 

Upon hearing Moa’s words, the boy’s face turned even more pale.

 

And then.

 

Thud-!

 

“Ah! Ahhhhh!”

 

He collapsed, crushing Moa beneath him.

 

“Hey! You’re heavy! Get up!”

 

Moa, who had suddenly been pinned under the boy, squirmed and twisted her body.

 

But the unconscious boy didn’t budge at all.

 

Rather, even while unconscious, he gripped Moa’s arm tightly as if it were a lifeline and wouldn’t let go.

 

“Let go of this! I can’t breathe!”

 

When the much larger body pressed down with its full weight, she felt suffocated and breathless.

 

Moa shook her body back and forth and barely managed to pull out one arm.

 

When no amount of shaking would wake him up, she decided to use her last resort.

 

Smack! Smaaack-!

 

Her touch, which had hesitantly started by hitting his back, gradually became more violent.

 

“Wake up! If you sleep here, I’ll die from not being able to breathe!”

 

Though she was just panting and had no real trouble breathing, Moa shouted shrilly.

 

Along with the crisp friction sounds, grimy handprints were clearly left on the boy’s clothes, which had been white as jade.

 

Like a chick had walked across them.

 

Perhaps thanks to that shock.

 

“…Gasp!”

 

The boy inhaled sharply and opened his eyes wide.

 

In his blurry vision, he saw a dirt-covered girl looking up at him with very angry eyes.

 

‘So dirty…’

 

Normally, he would have screamed and pushed her away.

 

Since being cursed two years ago, his already existing mysophobia had become even worse.

 

A curse that made him constantly smell unknown foul odors.

 

For a boy who already had a sensitive nose, it was the worst possible curse.

 

No matter what fragrance he smelled, a nauseating stench would continuously linger in his nose, making normal life impossible.

 

However, from the moment he came close to Moa, the stench that had covered him like a lie disappeared, and he began to smell the natural scents he should have been able to smell.

 

Even if it wasn’t a particularly fragrant scent, for the boy, it was an incredibly moving experience.

 

“Oh? You’re awake.”

 

Moa pushed the boy’s body away with relief.

 

As their bodies separated, the headache and stench that had disappeared like a lie came rushing back like a receding tide, throbbing painfully.

 

The boy’s pupils shook as if an earthquake had struck.

 

“Young Master!”

 

“How insolent…!”

 

Just then, the servants and guards who had been tracking Moa finally entered the building and discovered the two children.

 

They threatened Moa by pointing brooms and spears at her.

 

“Get away from him immediately!”

 

“The Young Master seems to be in shock!”

 

Rough hands tried to grab Moa by the scruff of her neck.

 

The one and only precious young master of the Haejeo Family.

 

Since he had been suffering from the curse and secluding himself in his room, he had been the family’s greatest concern.

 

“I didn’t do anything bad!”

 

Just as Moa was about to squeeze her eyes shut and wail.

 

“No!”

 

A heart-rending scream burst out.

 

The boy, convulsing from the returning pain, cried out and wrapped his arms around Moa’s waist.

 

“Don’t touch her! Don’t take her away!”

 

“But Young Master, that child is…!”

 

“Can’t you hear me? If you take her away, I’ll kill you! She’s mine!”

 

The boy clung desperately to the dirt-covered Moa, unbelievably so for someone with mysophobia.

 

His white clothes became a complete mess with dirt, but he didn’t care at all.

 

Instead, he buried his face in the hem of Moa’s clothes and took a deep breath.

 

“What in the world…”

 

The servants who had been rushing forward froze speechless at this bizarre sight.

 

“You’re really weird! I’m mine!”

 

Moa pointed accusingly, saying she had figured it out from when he suddenly knocked her over, but the boy paid no attention.

 

“Young Master, then we’ll wash her and bring her back. This won’t do as it is.”

 

Someone suggested in a gentle voice to appease the boy.

 

The boy’s eyes fell into brief contemplation.

 

Would it be better to separate briefly and meet a clean Moa instead?

 

Or would it be better not to separate for even a moment?

 

“Huh? That won’t work, Sehui worked so hard to dress me up…”

 

Moa, not knowing how disheveled her appearance was, tried to object.

 

Then suddenly, she remembered.

 

“That’s right, Dad!”

 

Only then did Moa, who had forgotten about her father, stamp her feet frantically.

 

She even squeezed her eyes shut, terrified of getting scolded terribly.

 

***

 

Meanwhile, Jin Saheon was on the verge of breaking down the door, unable to wait any longer.

 

“No one has ever lasted more than a moment against my sword. It’s already been over half an hour, so I’ve been quite patient.”

 

Even though he had drawn his sword and made threats, they hadn’t opened the door for over half an hour, so he had shown plenty of courtesy(?), he meant.

 

Just as he was about to cut down the door with a single stroke, the door creaked open.

 

“Dad!”

 

Moa, who had brought a crowd of people with her, stood in the open doorway.

 

“Good grief, look at your state…”

 

He should have anticipated this when she went into the drainage tunnel.

 

His precious daughter had become as grimy as a steamed bun rolled in a dirt pile.

 

Moreover, some pale, sickly-looking boy was clinging closely to her side.

 

‘How dare he….’

 

Jin Saheon’s eyebrows twitched.

 

Seeing the boy restraining Moa made his anger boil over.

 

He wanted to draw his sword right now and cut off those insolent hands.

 

But since his opponent was a young boy and a retainer of another Sega, he had to suppress his anger.

 

“Won’t you take your hands off my daughter.”

 

Jin Saheon spoke as coldly as frost and strode forward, brushing away the wrist of the boy who was holding Moa’s waist.

 

“Hm?”

 

However, the wrist that should have fallen away in one strike trembled but held firm.

 

Jin Saheon’s eyes darkened at that desperate strength.

 

“I… I am the Master of the Haejeo Family, Haesoo. I can’t, can’t let go of this hand.”

 

Haesoo’s eyes were desperate.

 

Even while breaking out in cold sweat under Jin Saheon’s pressure, he absolutely would not let go of the hand holding Moa.

 

“What…?”

 

“Without this child… I’ll be in pain again.”

 

It wasn’t petulance or stubbornness, but survival instinct.

 

Jin Saheon read those eyes and hesitated.

 

He realized this wasn’t simple harassment, but that there were circumstances involved.

 

“What is this commotion!”

 

From deeper inside, a large man dressed in layers of white robes appeared with his guards.

 

It was Haemuson, the Head of the Manor of the Haejeo Family.

 

He was shocked to see the garden in complete chaos, unfamiliar outsiders, and his son covered in dirt.

 

“Head of the Jin Family! Not only did you trespass into another clan’s territory, but what are you doing to my son!”

 

“Trespassing is rather disappointing to hear. I only came to retrieve my daughter who got lost and wandered in. And….”

 

Jin Saheon pointed to Moa and Haesoo.

 

“As you can see, your son won’t let go of my daughter.”

 

Haemuson’s gaze fixed on his son.

 

His son, who had severe mysophobia and rejected even his own mother’s touch, was embracing a dirt-covered outsider.

 

“Su! Get away from her right now!”

 

“I don’t want to! I can’t, Father!”

 

Haesoo cried out as if wailing.

 

“The smell, there’s no smell. When I’m next to this child, I can breathe, and my head doesn’t hurt!”

 

“…What did you say?”

 

Haemuson’s eyes widened greatly.

 

For the past 2 years. It was his son’s illness that couldn’t be cured even after calling all the famous doctors and shamans in the country.

 

But just because that small girl was by his side, the pain disappeared?

 

He gritted his teeth in disbelief and stared at Moa.

 

“Wait… step away for a moment.”

 

“No!”

 

Haesoo cried out urgently, but Haemuson approached directly and forcibly pulled his son’s arms away.

 

As the distance between the two widened slightly.

 

“Ugh, ughhhhh…!”

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