Fostering the Male Lead

you talking about Your Highness like that?”

Lanoa smiled with a face confirming my doubt.

This crazy bastard! Even though Sihael used to be a dog, how could he still call him a dog? I looked around to see whether there was anyone around, and then hit Lanoa’s arm.

“What if someone had heard it?”

“I said that because there isn’t anyone here.”

Ugh, how long has Sihael been by my side for him to say such a thing.
But come to think of it, I’ve never really been away from him.

Not only during his time as a Shasha, but also after he returned as a person, we ate together, went for a walk, and always accompanied each other until just before he fell asleep.

‘Have I been with him longer than I have with Lanoa?’

I couldn’t deny Lanoa’s words after realising I hadn’t been aware of them.
There were days when I visited Sihael first, but most of the time, he came to me first and would stay by my side when I woke up.

‘How come he still acts like a dog after becoming human? He also behaves like a dog who keeps whining and crying in the absence of its owner.’

When I imagined him as a dog, a hypothesis formed in my mind.

‘Does he have separation anxiety?’

Ridiculous doubts began to creep in.

What if it really was like that?

Suddenly, I was terrified.
Separation anxiety is hard to fix once you get it…

It was a fatal problem because the Crown Prince of the Empire was anxious about separation.
Just when I was seriously thinking about whether I should keep my distance from him now and help him cultivate social skills, I heard Lanoa shout.

“Hey.”

When I shifted my gaze to the call, Lanoa paused uncharacteristically.

“Say what you have to say.”

“Are you attracted to his highness? Do-do you like him?”

“I like him.”

“What?”

“Ugh, don’t scream so close to my ears!”

I pushed Lanoa’s face away, rubbing my throbbing ears.

“Like a friend, no, not like a friend, I like him as a colleague.”

I corrected my words when I remembered Sihael stated he was not my friend.

‘It’s okay if we’re not friends.’

When I thought of that time, I pouted my lips.

“A colleague?”

“Yes, for now.
I wanted us to become friends, but he doesn’t want to befriend me.
Well, when I asked him if he wanted us to be colleagues, he said he didn’t want to do it.
But if he didn’t, he would have nothing to do with me.”

I didn’t like being nothing to him.
I wanted to leave a mark on him in some form.