Fostering the Male Lead

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Sihael and Liliana, if you don’t get close with each other, then I’ll get close  with you both.
And then I will become a bridge and connect the two together.

“Will you be my friend?”

Taking the first step toward that, I beamed at Liliana, curving my eyes.

Sihael often used this on me, but I didn’t know if it would work.
Liliana, who had been staring blankly at me for some reason, slowly started to blush.

“…Yes, I would love to.”

Good, it worked.

I held Liliana’s hand tightly, and said, “I hope we get along well.”

* * *

The whole thing with Liliana went as smoothly as a sailing boat, but it didn’t last long.

“Sorry, I have to go.
My teacher is calling me.”

The light on Liliana’s bracelet flickered at high speed, looking quite urgent.

If it’s a call from the Master of the Mage Tower, she’d have to go.

“Well, see you next time.”

“Yes, I’ll see you next time.”

Liliana’s steps were sluggish, like a turtle’s, as if her feet were reluctant to move.
Sihael, unable to see that, forcibly pushed Liliana’s back with his head.

“What…!”

Bang

Sihael sniffed the closed door, then quickly ran towards me and buried his head in my leg.

“Did you have to kick her out like that?”

“Hmph, it’s her fault for interrupting my time with you.”

After grumbling for a while, Sihael raised his head and looked at my neck.
As if he didn’t like something, he kept twitching his nose.

“I worked hard on making it, but she erased it all.
So annoying!”

“Of course she had to erase that.
How would I have gone out with those marks?”

“I wanted to brag, but it’s a pity.”

What’s there to brag about by showing someone your mottled neck?

I squeezed his cheek hard after observing Sihael’s lack of self-reflection.
I expected him to whimper in pain, but he questioned me in a serious tone that didn’t fit the scenario.

“Rosetta, don’t you mind what the mage said?”

“Not really.
It’s a fact that I knew anyway.”

The tragic ending of the couple’s story was frankly shocking.
But I wasn’t surprised because it was a fact that I knew otherwise.

‘I knew Sihael might eat me up.’

I had already heard it through his mouth and was preparing my mind early.
However, it would be difficult if he became addicted to my blood and tried to covet it all the time.

‘Though he seems to be fine so far.’

Sihael’s eyes staring at me were still clear and clean.
In the first place, the reason he ate my blood was because he was frustrated that he couldn’t speak, so I was certain that he wasn’t addicted.

“But it’s a relief, right? Because there is no abnormality in your body.”

Addiction is dangerous, but far better than suffering.

But Sihael’s thoughts seemed a little different.

“Rosetta, you’re in danger.”