The Obsessive Male Lead Is Obsessed With Me! - Chapter 20

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Episode 20

However, that was impossible.

It was probably the same species as Liri. Though I’m not sure exactly what species it is.

‘The blue birds’ feathers I saw in the bird guide had a much deeper blue color than this…’

Both Liri’s and this bird’s feathers were the same beautiful color as Cecilia’s water-like eyes and hair.

“…”

Why did she suddenly come to mind?

‘Is it because of this fountain pen?’

Stopping his hand that had been taking notes, Lionel looked at the blue diamond embedded in the fountain pen’s clip.

But then, was it curious about what he was looking at?

The bird that had been maintaining a certain distance, tilting its head or preening its tail feathers peacefully, came a little closer.

“Chirp?”

“What are you curious about?”

As soon as he asked, the blue bird flapped its wings and returned to the top of the wardrobe.

Lionel thought it was a mistake. He shouldn’t have spoken to it yet.

It took three months to talk to Liri and get some kind of response, so it would probably take that long to become friends with this bird too.

…No, that’s not right.

“Liri? …Ah, that noisy and dirty bird? Why did that bird die? How would I know? A stray cat probably killed it.”

“The corpse? Why are you asking me about that filthy thing? If you’re curious, go dig through the trash. A servant would have thrown it out long ago.”

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. This is all I could manage to bring you.”

Becoming friends with him would be too unfortunate for that bird.

Before it becomes tame to human hands, before it accidentally suffers some terrible fate, it would be better to return it to the wild.

Rising from his seat, Lionel approached the window and opened the one he had kept closed. Then, to let the blue bird out, he looked up at the wardrobe…

“Chirp!”

Before he knew it, the blue bird had come back down to his desk. And it was tilting its head while looking at what he had written in his notebook.

Lionel felt a sense of déjà vu.

His friend Liri used to behave like that while looking at books. As if it could read.

‘Is it a highly intelligent species?’

Lionel observed the blue bird’s movements while standing by the window.

Perhaps because he didn’t approach? The blue bird didn’t run away even when their eyes met. Instead, it tilted its head and then tapped the spot it was standing on with its feet.

In the past, Liri used to show such behavior when curious about some content.

Lionel checked what was written in the notebook where the blue bird was standing from a distance and opened his mouth.

“Do you see the guide book spread out next to it? That’s the name of the flower drawn there.”

“Chirp!”

Wasn’t it curious about what the word meant? The blue bird tilted its head and tapped its feet once more.

Then it spread its wings to the side and swept them horizontally.

Lionel understood what the blue bird was trying to say.

[Forget-me-not]

It seemed curious about why there was a line drawn over the flower name.

Liri used to do that too.

Perhaps because they were the same species, admiring how smart it was just like Liri, Lionel opened his mouth.

“The color caught my eye because it’s similar to my fiancée’s eyes. But I don’t think I’ll have occasion to give it to her as a gift.”

“Chirp?”

The bird tilted its head again. It seemed to need more explanation.

“Flowers have something called flower language. It’s something humans decided, so you wouldn’t know.”

Come to think of it, after Liri started eating the fruit he provided, Liri would occasionally bring him a single flower in its beak as a gift.

What flower was that back then?

Only one thing came to mind. That it was a flower similar in color to Liri’s feathers.

“I didn’t know until now since I never had to choose flowers myself, but apparently when giving flowers as gifts, you have to consider the flower language too. But I can’t send my fiancée flowers with meanings like resentment or hatred. So I was studying.”

“Chirp chirp!”

The blue bird nodded. It was probably just his imagination, but it seemed satisfied, as if saying he was doing well.

“Chirp!”

And the blue bird tapped its feet once more.

Lionel watched the behavior quietly and noticed the blue bird’s feet were pointing toward the flower language written next to forget-me-not.

[Forget-me-not: Don’t forget me]

Was it asking why he wouldn’t have occasion to give flowers with that meaning?

“I don’t think I’ll have occasion to give my fiancée flowers with that kind of meaning.”

“Chirp?”

“If we don’t break off the engagement and get married, we’ll live together for life, so there’s no way she’d forget me.”

“…Chirp?”

The blue bird tilted its head. The movement was more vigorous than before, making it look like it wanted to object but couldn’t bring itself to do so.

Suddenly, Cecilia’s face came to Lionel’s mind.

‘Liri aside, why is she coming to mind again…’

Is it because of those feather colors?

While Lionel was lost in thought with his hand covering his mouth, the blue bird wandered around on his open notebook as it pleased.

Then suddenly it spread one wing and pointed to a particular flower name.

But from the angle where Lionel was standing, he couldn’t see it well. So when Lionel approached the desk a little, the blue bird instantly flew up.

“Ah…”

He thought it would fly back to the wardrobe, but the blue bird flew completely out through the wide-open window.

Lionel regretted not opening the window for a moment, but soon thought it was good for the bird.

Flying freely outside would be happier for a bird than being caged.

Fortunately, he was very accustomed to cleanly brushing away feelings before longing could grow into attachment.

Closing the window so the blue bird couldn’t enter the room again, he sat at his desk and checked the flower and its meaning that the blue bird had pointed to with its wing.

[Cattleya: You are beautiful.]

“…Me?”

Since the blue bird was busy flying home, Cecilia had no way of knowing about that misunderstanding.

* * *

Another peaceful day.

The music teacher praised my harp playing skills endlessly, and thanks to the glasses magic tool, I safely got through memorizing the 13th Emperor’s family genealogy.

And arriving at the Second Prince’s Palace. Today too, Lionel silently chewed and swallowed the cookies I had baked. Leaving just one behind.

“Huh? You left one today? Didn’t it taste good?”

“No. It was delicious.”

Though his face was expressionless and blunt as usual, his deep, weighty voice was serious and full of trustworthiness, so the compliment didn’t sound like empty words.

Still, it would be nice if he knew how to dress up his words a bit more prettily.

‘Like closing his eyes and seeing a raspberry flower field spread out, with walnut pieces tap dancing on his tongue, something like that?’

Sigh. No. What am I expecting from this man?

I glared at Lionel and threw out a question.

“If it’s delicious, why did you leave it?”

“Because I want to take it with me.”

“Huh?”

“Is that not allowed?”

Strange. It’s definitely the same expression as usual, but why do I feel such deep appeal in those eyes?

I almost unconsciously answered “Yes, please do.” After letting out a light cough, I lifted my chin slightly and said to him.

“I taught you what to say at times like this.”

“…Ah.”

Lionel, who let out a light exclamation, picked up the case containing the remaining cookie and brought it to his lap.

“Please give this to me. I’m asking you.”

That’s right, that’s right.

As expected of a man who learns ten things when taught one!

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