The Obsessive Male Lead Is Obsessed With Me! - Chapter 22

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Episode 22

“Still, if the Duke’s daughter is jealous enough to show it separately, it seems like things are going well between the two of them, which is fortunate.”

“Right. I heard it was a political marriage.”

“But it still seems like it’s one-sided from the Duke’s daughter alone… Their meetings always happen because the Duke’s daughter comes to visit first.”

The maids, who had unknowingly begun empathizing with Cecilia, all sighed in unison.

“But at least His Highness the Prince won’t have affairs…”

“Right. We don’t need to worry about that part.”

They were all nodding together for a moment. Suddenly, the maids exchanged glances with each other, all thinking the same thing.

-All men are the same.

“We don’t need to… worry, right?”

“…”

The Second Prince they had observed was absolutely not that kind of person, but where in the world is there such a thing as ‘absolute’?

Suddenly, the maids felt a little sorry for Cecilia, who always came looking for the Second Prince whenever she visited the imperial palace, even baking cookies herself despite being a Duke’s daughter.

“If something goes wrong between the two of them… I’ll take the Duke’s daughter’s side.”

“Me too.”

“Me as well.”

Of course, Cecilia had no idea that she had gained such reliable allies somewhere in the Second Prince’s Palace.

* * *

That night. I sent the bluebird to the Second Prince’s Palace once more. Today, by myself without Uni.

Since I deliberately sent it at a late hour, by the time the bluebird arrived at the Second Prince’s Palace, it should have been time for Lionel to be asleep.

According to the schedule, that’s definitely how it should have been. But Lionel was sitting upright at his desk again today.

With the window wide open.

‘Did he leave it like this for me to come in?’

What would someone who’s a Second Prince do if assassins or intruders snuck in with the window left open like this?

‘It’s not a trap to catch me, is it?’

After some consideration, I landed the bluebird on the windowsill. Then I pressed the buttons for tilting head, preening tail feathers, flapping wings, and taking small steps several times.

But as if he hadn’t noticed all these movements, Lionel was writing something intently.

‘Hasn’t he noticed yet?’

I carefully moved the controller to bring the bluebird into the room. And to hide its presence for now, I went up to the top of the wardrobe, where there were cookies.

Though broken in half, raspberry cookies were neatly placed on a handkerchief.

“These are the ones I baked…”

Was this why he took them? Not to throw them away?

‘Ugh, I feel like trash for misunderstanding.’

Feeling unnecessarily sorry, I scratched the back of my neck and looked toward where Lionel was, wondering what to do about this.

He was still looking down at his notebook with his back straight.

But since the movement of his hand holding the fountain pen had stopped, he probably noticed the movement over here.

He must be curious right now, right? Whether the bluebird would peck at the cookies or not.

‘What should I do? I can’t eat them since it’s not a real bird.’

But how could I ignore this when someone had thoughtfully left them there?

After pondering, I used the beak and feet to break the cookies.

The overall amount didn’t decrease, but since the cookies were broken into pieces, he’d probably assume some had been pecked at.

‘Should I add a cookie-eating function to the magical device? If I implant a vacuum magic circuit, I could probably make it work like a mini vacuum cleaner… But then where would I store the cookie crumbs?’

While thinking such thoughts and observing Lionel, even after 5 minutes and 10 minutes passed, he didn’t move at all.

Wondering if he had fallen asleep like that, I controlled the bluebird to move near the desk. At the edge of the desk where Lionel couldn’t reach even if he stretched out his hand.

Then Lionel’s head finally moved, and our gazes met through the crystal ball.

It was such a direct encounter that I was startled for a moment. Of course, he probably couldn’t guess that I was beyond the bluebird’s eyes.

-…

“What? Why aren’t you saying anything? You chattered just fine yesterday.”

Even though there was no way he could have heard my grumbling, Lionel got up from his seat and slowly moved to bring a water pitcher and teacup saucer from the nightstand beside the bed.

Then he poured some water into the teacup saucer and pushed it toward me. Keeping his distance, probably considering that I would be wary.

“Did he hear the sound of me breaking the cookies…?”

I hesitated a bit, then moved the controller’s stick to approach the teacup saucer.

Pretending to go along with Lionel’s intention, I pressed the button to lower my head and peck at the ground while standing on the teacup saucer, and examined the notebook Lionel had been writing in intently.

He hadn’t even opened a flower encyclopedia today, so I was curious about what he had been writing so intently in his notebook.

[Reasons Why Cecil Got Angry]

“Huh?”

I thought he was handling some tremendously important business, but he was worrying about this?

It wasn’t just a few words either, but densely written, showing he had really pondered it earnestly by himself.

[*Does Cecil also think of cattleya when she sees me? → Was the problem that I arbitrarily speculated about her intentions?

*She recommended cattleya flowers as a gift for herself. → She actually didn’t like the flower begonia.

*Making her hold a pot full of soil with her lace-gloved hands was the problem. → There might have been bugs in it.]

Besides these, there were other plausible concerns written neatly in elegant yet strong handwriting.

Half of them were reasons that made me think ‘Do I look like such a petty person who would get angry over things like this!’ but conversely, the other half were so plausible that I wondered if I had indeed gotten angry for these reasons, leaving me somewhat bewildered.

How should I put it. He looked so indifferent as if he wouldn’t have even a speck of interest in others, but surprisingly, maybe that wasn’t the case.

-Your feet got dirty.

“Feet?”

I reflexively looked down at my own feet wearing fluffy slippers, then realized that the feet Lionel mentioned weren’t these feet, and made the bluebird lower its head to look at its feet.

“Oh, ink got on them.”

It seemed like while I was eagerly taking small steps around to see what was written in the notebook, I had stepped on letters where the ink hadn’t dried yet.

‘Good thing I carved out bird foot shapes just in case.’

I looked at the small arrow-shaped footprints left on the notebook, then thought ‘whatever’ and made it hop around on top of them.

Then the letters Lionel had earnestly pondered became a mess and unreadable.

-Chirp! Chirp chirp!

I pressed the chirping sound button along with the wing-flapping button and ran around on the notebook very excitedly.

However, Lionel didn’t stop me. Rather, as if telling me to do more if it was fun, he came closer and drew lines on the notebook with his fountain pen to make ink come out.

There’s an old saying that when someone actually rolls out the mat for you, you can’t perform, but that didn’t apply to me.

I enthusiastically dipped the bird’s feet in ink and ran around on the notebook, then even had Lionel turn to the next page and drew flowers on it.

-Flowers?

That’s right, that’s right!

-Chirp chirp!

I pressed the chirping sound button and flapped the wings once to let him know it was the correct answer.

I suddenly thought about adding one more action like clapping with wings, but decided against it since that would seem too human-like.

“Ah, this is fun.”

I never thought the day would come when I’d ruin His Highness the Prince’s notebook. And right in front of the person himself watching.

‘But this is really unexpected.’

It’s not even a bird he’s raising, and a bird that suddenly flew in from outside made a mess of his notebook, but he’s not angry?

Or maybe, did he used to play like this with a bird he raised as a child?

‘Seeing how he even set up the stage, he really doesn’t seem angry…’

I was looking up at Lionel, who was still standing in front of the desk, when something caught my eye.

“Huh?”

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