The Obsessive Male Lead Is Obsessed With Me! - Chapter 67

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Episode 67

 

However, that was only for a moment, as something wrapped around my body very carefully with much gentler movements than before.

 

Since it didn’t seem to intend to harm me, I held my breath while keeping my body tense.

 

‘If my guess is correct…’

 

After a moment, something large released me in the brightened world.

 

I reflexively flew up high and saw Lionel’s face before me, then looked down at the floor I had kicked with both feet.

 

It wasn’t the ground, but a palm.

 

So, that hand had taken me out and freed me from wherever I had been trapped until just now.

 

The place I had been trapped in was most likely the inner pocket of Lionel’s chest.

 

‘Then the beating I felt must have been his heartbeat.’

 

Does he usually carry me, that is, this blue bird, in his inner chest pocket?

 

‘…But how am I flying right now?’

 

I flew well when I wasn’t thinking about it, but the moment I thought ‘how’, my wings stopped. And my body began to fall.

 

‘I’m falling!’

 

I was so frightened that even my scream didn’t come out of my mouth.

 

I squeezed my eyes shut in preparation for the coming impact, and while I felt my body touch something, I didn’t feel any pain.

 

When I cautiously opened my eyes in confusion, Lionel’s face was right in front of me. He had caught me with his hands.

 

“Too hungry to have strength to fly?”

 

His voice strangely seemed to carry a hint of amusement.

 

Or not? Was I mistaken?

 

‘His expression is expressionless though…’

 

Besides, this man wasn’t the type to tease anyone.

 

Thinking it must be my imagination, I was flapping my wings on Lionel’s palm, trying to adapt to this tiny bird’s body, when a maid came in pulling a trolley.

 

“Your Highness, I’ve brought cookies and water.”

 

“Leave it there and go.”

 

While the maid who bowed politely went outside, I stretched my neck out to look at what was on the trolley.

 

‘Wow, just how many cookies are there.’

 

Lionel had clearly only asked for cookies and water, but on the trolley was an incredibly fancy 5-tier tray, two teapots, and a beautiful water bottle that could be called a work of art.

 

What caught my eye among them was the 5-tier tray, where desserts like cookies, tarts, cakes and macarons on plates decorated with flower-shaped sugar confections were so incredibly beautiful they seemed meant for viewing rather than eating.

 

‘No wonder he called my cookies fresh.’

 

Actually, had I been doing something pointless all this time? Had I been unnecessarily sullying the noble Prince’s palate when there was no need to?

 

While I was feeling dejected by such thoughts and just poking out my beak, Lionel carefully placed my body on the table.

 

After washing his hands in a water bowl, he brought a small plate and began breaking a cookie into small pieces.

 

“Here.”

 

Lionel pushed the cookie bowl toward me and brought another small bowl to pour water into it.

 

His movements were quite natural and skillful, as if this wasn’t the first or second time doing this.

 

It gave me an idea of what kind of life Lionel usually lived with the blue bird.

 

‘He seems to be taking good care of it.’

 

He had said he had experience raising a blue bird when he was young, and indeed, an experienced person was different.

 

I walked over to the plate with a pleased heart.

 

‘Well then, let me try just how delicious the Imperial Palace cookies are.’

 

I brought my beak to the cookie that had been broken into pieces good for pecking and pecked at it.

 

I wondered if I could eat food with a bird’s beak, but I could taste it better than I thought.

 

‘…It’s delicious!’

 

Of course! Mother’s cookies are still the most delicious in the world!

 

But it was definitely more delicious than what I baked. I could tell just from pecking at the small crumbs, so how delicious would it be if I ate a proper piece?

 

‘Next time I come, I should ask for this too!’

 

It was so delicious that I was eagerly pecking with my beak when Lionel rubbed my head with his index finger as if stroking it.

 

That was fine, but then he cupped my entire body with his palm and stroked my head and back.

 

‘Even dogs aren’t bothered when they’re eating!’

 

I spread both wings wide and flapped them to tell him not to touch me right now, and Lionel’s hand moved away.

 

I shook my head with a flutter and started pecking at the cookie again. Then I got thirsty and hopped to the water bowl to quench my thirst, when I heard a low chuckle.

 

Even though I couldn’t see his expression and only heard the sound, I could clearly tell he was in a good mood.

 

‘So Lionel laughs making sounds like this sometimes.’

 

I was staring up at him curiously when he spoke to me with a rare smile at the corners of his mouth and soft crinkles at his eyes.

 

“Even dogs aren’t bothered when eating. Is that right?”

 

…Huh?

 

‘How does Lionel know those words?’

 

Wait. Come to think of it, I think I said something like that before…

 

“Don’t you have something to say to me right now?”

 

“What should I say?”

 

“Geez, really! I was just about to eat and why did you take it away! Even dogs aren’t bothered when eating!”

 

“…You knew it was me?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Since when!”

 

As if there was nothing strange about human words, that is, my voice, coming from between a beak, Lionel rested his chin on one hand while rubbing my head with the other.

 

“When I took you out of my pocket. I knew when I heard a ‘kyah’ sound instead of a ‘chirp’.”

 

That means he knew a long time ago!

 

I naturally thought this man was treating me the same way he usually treated the blue bird!

 

“But why didn’t you tell me earlier that you noticed?”

 

“It reminded me of the past.”

 

“The past?”

 

As if he had no intention of telling me exactly when that was, Lionel held out the cookie bowl to me.

 

“You seem to like it, so please have more.”

 

“Ahem! Rather than liking it, I was trying it to compare which tastes better between this and the cookies our mother baked.”

 

Thinking about it, I seemed to have pecked at it too greedily, so I made a belated excuse, but Lionel silently brought a few more cookies and broke them into small pieces.

 

‘Well… It would be a bit much not to eat when he’s breaking them up so I can eat comfortably, right?’

 

It wouldn’t be polite to ignore someone’s sincerity either. Yes, that’s right.

 

I pecked at the cookies Lionel broke up for me. Indeed, perhaps because they were cookies that went into His Highness the Prince’s mouth, whatever cookies they were, they were all savory and delicious.

 

‘The other things probably taste good too.’

 

Especially that tart.

 

The tart with colorful fruits like strawberries, kiwis, grapes, and oranges cut into pretty bite-sized pieces and baked with sugar syrup was sparkling beautifully like jewels.

 

My wings moved on their own from wanting to try that so badly.

 

“I want to eat that too!”

 

Lionel nodded and brought down the plate to cut the tart into easy-to-eat pieces.

 

“Please eat.”

 

“I’ll eat well!”

 

Extremely excited, I pecked to my heart’s content at the sugar-coated strawberries and grapes, then swam in the cream puff underneath the fruit.

 

Of course, this was metaphorical. After frantically devouring the tart until both wings were thoroughly covered in cream, I patted my full belly and sprawled out on the table.

 

‘So this is heaven…’

 

I was thinking that taking a nap like this would leave me with no regrets, when Lionel approached me with a wet towel.

 

He lifted one of my wings and meticulously wiped the cream from between the feathers with the wet towel.

 

The same with the other wing.

 

Lionel carefully wiped my wings with his eyes lowered.

 

A life where such a handsome man brings food and even bathes me.

 

‘I want to live like this forever…’

 

While I was buried deep in his firm palm, half-falling asleep and immersed in pleasant afterglow, Lionel’s hand touched near my eyes.

 

When I opened my half-closed eyes and looked up, Lionel met my gaze as if he had been waiting.

 

“Do you know something?”

 

“What?”

 

Lionel’s fingertips gently brushed against my eyes.

 

“The color of your eyes has changed.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

His fingertips touched the area around my eyes once more.

 

Eventually, he touched the earring on his earlobe and smiled faintly.

 

“It’s Liri’s color.”

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