The Dragon Family’s Beloved Baby Cat - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Jin Dowoon was still a fifteen-year-old boy, but he had grown tall enough to compete with adults.

So that means….

“The eldest brother has… ‘that time’ has come.”

Moa nodded as she exercised her insight.

The child recalled the older sisters from the orphanage.

Some of them said they wanted to become cool college students who drank bitter ‘coffee’ as if they were adults and carried books under their arms….

They would lock their room doors, saying it was childish to be with the kids.

They would even scold the children who clung to them wanting to play, saying ‘Don’t be a bother and stay quiet like Moa!’

In truth, it was because there was no expectation that anyone would look after them.

Moa, who had briefly recalled bitter memories, sighed and continued her thoughts.

‘They called it adolescence.’

The teachers said it was natural at that age.

‘Eek! How terrible….’

Vowing that she would never let go of these delicious things, Moa sucked on the prepared candy while devising a new strategy.

After devouring two full portions and getting a full belly, Moa went straight to find the maids and servants of Naedan.

“What does the eldest brother like?”

At first, she worried they might find her annoying, but fortunately everyone welcomed her kindly, so her questions became increasingly bold.

“What about food?”

“What about snacks?”

“Eek, he eats such tasteless things?”

Rumors suddenly began spreading within Jinryongseoga about the young lady of Cheongbindang.

Quite a few people were interested in the young child the Head of the Manor had brought one day.

Just staying at Cheongbindang alone naturally made her a superior.

Moa’s appearance itself looked like a precious young master from a noble house.

Unlike most commoners who had black hair and black eyes, nobles had diverse appearances.

Like Jinryongseoga, where all direct descendants had blue-tinted eyes.

So people kindly answered even when Moa boldly questioned them about Jinryongseoga’s direct line.

Since these weren’t topics requiring tremendous security, but things like Jin Dowoon’s preferences, mouths opened more easily.

Several days of ‘strategic retreat’ to investigate his preferences.

Moa wrote letters on the ground with a tree branch with a serious face.

“Yong…jeongcha, rice crackers, mugwort rice cakes….”

These things that were difficult to both pronounce and write were apparently the refreshments Jin Dowoon somewhat enjoyed.

Moa, who had been diligently scribbling something that was still closer to squiggly drawings than actual letters, rolled her clever eyes around as she pondered something.

“It seems like the eldest brother must be the male lead.”

Drama male leads are originally like this.

They reject sweet things, wear dark clothes, and even their houses are black.

Jin Dowoon, whom she had glimpsed, also wore all black clothes and had filled his room entirely with dark furniture.

‘So I need to approach him like the drama sisters do.’

Romantic comedy heroines who melt hearts with sunshine-like warmth.

Moa was a child who absolutely loved television dramas.

First, the exaggerated world of dramas was tremendously entertaining… and because all drama protagonists had endings where they either regained their perfect families or formed new ones.

“Alright, I need to save the eldest brother with love.”

Moa brought her finger to the bridge of her nose and muttered as if imitating an adult.

Moa diligently wrote her strategy on the ground… no, drew it.

Then, afraid someone might figure out her great strategy, she quickly rubbed the ground hard with her foot to erase it.

It was an utterly pointless action.

Since it was neither writing nor drawing… it was a strategy only she could understand anyway.

She was truly serious all by herself.

***

Jongssam, the close attendant who served Jin Dowoon.

Born as the third of five children, he got the name Jongssam, and all his siblings were talented individuals assisting the young masters of Jinryongseoga.

He was facing the greatest crisis of recent times.

It was precisely the crisis of having difficulty holding back laughter.

He had to somehow respond seriously.

“From now on, I will only wear black clothes.”

Moa, wearing rare black children’s clothing with her hair rolled up like steamed buns on both sides, spoke seriously.

Her face, which had been brightly smiling, had also become much more composed.

Moa firmly believed she now looked very dark and mature.

Behold, Darkness Dark Moa!

“How is it? I look just like the eldest brother, right?”

At the child’s question, Sehui, who was standing beside her, frantically signaled to Jongssam with her eyes.

If you say no here, she might cry! If you make the young lady cry, I won’t let it slide!

Jongssam couldn’t believe he was currently being manipulated by a young child, but Sehui’s flashing eyes were frightening.

“Y-yes, that’s right. Very… similar attire.”

Jongssam, threatened with death by glances, barely contained his laughter and obediently agreed.

With black clothing and hair rolled up like dumplings, plus black cloth added on top, she just looked like a cute baby panda.

Moa the panda, characterized by loving candy instead of bamboo.

However, Moa, who seriously believed Jongssam’s words, nodded saying “Good.”

The first method to win someone’s favor.

Creating a sense of kinship!

Moa’s cheeks quickly puffed up with pride. Her reddened cheeks soon became warm.

The child quickly cleared her throat to compose herself in order to become Darkness Dark Moa.

Moa took the other hand of Sehui, who was holding the black tea table prepared as she wished.

“…Tell the eldest young master. Say that the young lady of Cheongbindang requests tea.”

At Sehui’s seemingly pitiful words, Jongssam had no choice but to nod.

‘Oh my, here we go again….’

He felt like someone who handled the young lady’s ‘failed courtship operations’ on Jin Dowoon’s behalf.

This panda young lady, who visited several times a day, raised the cuteness level of Naedan and increased Jongssam’s job satisfaction.

A baby who approached daily asking to have tea, play, or give letters—wasn’t that adorable?

But unfortunately, the master he served was Jin Dowoon, not Moa.

Every time he had to convey Jin Dowoon’s cold rejections, tears would fill Moa’s eyes, which was so heartbreaking.

And then she had returned corrupted!

Like a soft peach had become a hard peach.

‘Still….’

Yesterday’s letter attack seemed quite decent.

Even while gathering information, Moa didn’t forget to visit with tea tables.

And yesterday too, after being turned away at the door, she wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, then threw a strangely folded letter and left.

The triangularly folded letter flew through Jin Dowoon’s room and dropped onto his desk with a thud.

Jongssam didn’t know, but it was a paper airplane that Moa had diligently folded.

Jin Dowoon, who opened what had flown and landed on his desk despite being a letter, frowned, then pushed it to one side instead of throwing it away.

The letter that read ‘It’s useless to run away.’

Moa’s drama catchphrase, which she had asked Sehui to help her with and copied with all her effort.

Unfortunately, the handwriting was so illegible that no one could read it….

However, Jongssam thought this was quite a positive sign.

After all, Jin Dowoon hadn’t thrown it away immediately!

Moreover, right after that, he had asked Jongssam about Moa.

About how much the child was stirring up his surroundings.

While reporting on Moa’s behavior, Jin Dowoon’s eyebrows did twitch… but unexpectedly, he didn’t stop it.

He could have forbidden casual mentions about himself by order of Jinryongseoga’s young head of the manor.

“Young Master, the young lady from Cheongbindang requests tea.”

Jongssam, who had entered to worriedly announce the visit, was relieved to see Jin Dowoon’s contemplation lengthening as he had expected.

‘Is today really going to be different somehow?’

Jongssam instinctively sensed that Moa’s persistence wouldn’t end lightly.

“Tell her to come in. It would be better to have one drink with her and be done with it.”

Finally!

A loud thump could be heard from outside, as if someone had been startled after listening in.

Then, before Jongssam could open the door first, Moa hurriedly rushed in.

“Hello, eldest brother… Huh?”

Jin Dowoon, whom she finally met up close.

Moa, who had been approaching excitedly, widened her eyes and turned pale.

“…Why are you sick too, brother?”

***

Meanwhile, at the moment when Moa came to sit face-to-face with Jin Dowoon.

Yeongang was heading toward his brother’s room, pressing around his eyes to clear his blurry vision from lack of sleep.

He already missed that honey-sweet half hour of sleep he had tasted not long ago.

‘Traitor brat…’

A bad little brat who suddenly took interest in his brother and abandoned him and Geumoh.

Having observed from a distance what Moa was doing for several days, Yeongang knew that Moa had gone to his brother’s room.

‘I’m absolutely not waiting!’

However, if Moa asked him first to sleep in the garden again, he was prepared to pretend to give in and go along.

‘At first, Geumoh went berserk because…’

His emotions had fluctuated greatly at her words telling him to casually come sleep, not knowing anything about his circumstances, and because of that, Geumoh had briefly gone berserk.

Could it be that the shock from that time remained, and now she had lost interest in him?

If so, should he apologize?

Not clearly knowing what Moa wanted him to do, Yeongang continued to hover around Moa.

Moa hovering around his brother, and Yeongang hovering around such a Moa.

He hoped that Moa would rather quickly lose interest in his brother and come looking for him again.

‘Tch…’

He had definitely discovered Moa first.

He moved to a position where he could see the open window of his brother’s room, looking for Moa.

And what he saw there was…

His bewildered brother.

His brother’s spiritual being, Imun, rubbing its head against Moa’s body.

And…

Yeongang unconsciously gripped the window frame tightly.

‘…?’

Little one, why are you crying?

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