I Tamed the Male Lead’s Father - Chapter 8.2

I have always been living with the possibility of manifestation in mind.

It was because of the novel’s setting that every child in Déldea would express themself.

Whether weak or strong, if they survived, the probability of manifestation was high.

As for me, my case was an extremely exceptional case.

But it was still before the ceremony. I couldn’t be reassured.

If I show any sign of being a Deldeas blood relative, the knights will search for me like ghosts will cut my throat.

‘Urg, imagining this I got goosebumps.’

I was rubbing my arms, thinking of the worst situation.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Devoir appeared in a stylish tuxedo with a bow tie.

The shape of the hair that had been trimmed or raised exceptionally stood out.

Well, it was a different outfit.

I looked at Debuard, and he did the same.

After a while, his eyes widened.

Devoir’s mouth opened slowly.

Before Jien could ask who came he shut the door.

“What, what was it?”-Jien

“It was the young master.”

Jien turned her head as if in bewilderment. At that time, the door opened again with a humming sound.

The force was so strong that it was enough to make a hole in the wall.

However, Devoir didn’t have the delicacy to worry about such a thing.

He came running to me and hugged me, and held me in my arms.

Whatever had happened, he was glowing red and charged all the way to like a Bull.

“Lily!!”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, just.”

Yeah, nothing happened. But he was so proud to hold me in his arms.

Of course, it didn’t happen in a day or two.

I was his attachment doll and babysitter.

I let out a deep sigh.

Devoir raised his hand and fiddled with my hair tied in pigtails.

Hesitancy was evident from the fingers that touched the tips of his hair over and over with brackish hands.

For some reason, he couldn’t raise his head and kept his eyes on the floor.

Behaving differently than usual, I looked at Ar and put my hand on his head.

Then, I gently stroked his hair, trying not to damage his fashioned hairstyle.

“You’ve been beautifully dressed.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Devoir still frowned with his head bowed.

Then, suddenly, he shook his head.

Two clasped hands were full of strength.

Soon he spoke in a firm tone.

His determined eyes were shining brightly as if he had made a great vow.

“I want to marry Lily!”

“Huh”

“Let’s wear wedding clothes and get married!”

The words came out of the blue.

I looked at him and nodded gently.

Devoir seemed to be obsessed with me.

There was no need to ponder everything he said.

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

Devoir’s face suddenly turned deep red.

He asked Jien for a piece of paper with a happy expression.

“Then let’s takes vows!”

What a thoughtful guy.

I signed on the piece of paper that Debuard had scrunched up hard.

In fact, there was no signature.

All I had to do was draw a flower shape.

Ar seemed to like it, so he folded the paper tightly and put it in my hand.

As I was looking at the paper, Debvoir came up to me and asked.

“Are you bored?”

“No.”

“Then are you sleepy again?”

“Uh, a little bit?”

Come to think of it. The sun was already setting.

It seemed that the time had just turned like this because I was fusing about the dress and vows.

I untied the hair that Jin had tied hard.

There were traces of how tightly she tied my bright red hair.

‘Ugh, my head hurts.’

Frowning, I looked at Devoir and asked.

“Do you have a class today?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

He looked sullen. He was quite a talker on the subject of being a prospective warrior.

He used to be naughty and skip classes.

He sprints that even the knights in the mansion couldn’t find him if he wanted to hide.

But this time, he might be scolded by the lord.

I smiled softly in an attempt to cheer up Devoir.

“You should not miss today’s class!”

“Well, I’m not going to.”

At my words, Devoir screamed and left the room.