TVCWB Chapter 02

Posted by Freya, Released on October 11, 2025

Chapter 2

“Perea, are you sure we didn’t bring the wrong people here?”

Harun clicked his tongue as he wiped the dust and blood from the man’s body, just as Perea had asked him to.

Perea was thinking the same thing. After checking the young boy’s clothes and belongings, she was even more certain something was strange.

“Harun, look at this. Isn’t this… the royal crest?”

“What—?!”

Harun rushed over from the other side of the room. Perea pointed at the boy’s neck with a worried look.

Around the child’s slender white neck hung a golden necklace with a pendant shaped like a royal emblem.

“Wait… that’s what the royal crest looks like?”

Harun, who had lived his entire life in a countryside village without even seeing a noble, let alone royalty, had no idea. He tilted his head.

“My school was run by a royal foundation. I saw that emblem countless times in those five years. I’m sure of it,” Perea said, groaning softly.

Harun sighed too.

The child had beautiful honey-blonde hair, round ears on top of his head, and soft, plump cheeks — he looked adorable.

But the long, spotted tail attached to his back told them this wasn’t just any cute beastman child.

“Then… could this child — no, this young one — be Prince Theo, the youngest prince who was said to be born a few years ago?”

“Yes, I think so! Oh no, what do we do?! Can I even touch His Highness’s body? What if my treatment makes him worse? What if our whole village gets punished because of me?!”

Panicking, Perea’s face turned pale. Harun grabbed her trembling shoulders firmly. His voice was low and serious.

“Perea, calm down. Are you just going to leave an injured prince lying there? That would be a much greater crime. What you need to do is take care of him with everything you’ve got.”

“Ugh… Harun, I’m scared.”

“Honestly, me too.”

For the two of them, who had lived peaceful lives in a quiet village, this was their biggest crisis yet.

After trembling for a while, they finally accepted reality — there was no choice but to do their best to treat the prince.

Now that they knew the boy with shining white skin and golden-blond hair was the youngest prince of the Amur royal family — and a tiger beastman — both Perea and Harun worked in silence.

Just as they’d seen at the crash site, Prince Theo’s wounds were not serious. In fact, they were barely injuries at all — just a few scratches caused by debris when the carriage broke apart.

The real problem was the man who had protected him. The man’s shoulder had a deep cut stretching down to his elbow, and a dark bruise spread across his ribs.

Judging by the swelling and the color, Perea suspected his ribs might be fractured.

For a moment, she couldn’t help admiring his perfectly defined muscles — but quickly shook her head. This was not the time to get distracted by anatomy!

She leaned close to check his breathing — steady and even. Luckily, the rib fracture didn’t seem to have pierced his lungs.

“All right… time to stitch the wound.”

Muttering to herself, Perea went to her study and brought out her medical books.

Just like animals, beastmen had different physical traits depending on their species. Rabbit beastmen couldn’t handle protein or sugar; cat beastmen disliked hot food.

So every race had its own medical treatments and suitable medicines. The problem was — she had no idea what species this man was.

She flipped through her books, but couldn’t find a match.

He had hair almost white as snow, with round white ears on top, and a white tail dotted with black spots. He resembled Prince Theo somewhat, but tiger beastmen were known for their golden fur. This man was far too pale.

“It must be that one…”

After much thought, Perea finally reached a conclusion. Her eyes stopped on a page describing “snow leopards.”

“Perea, what about him? Could he be a prince too?”

“Hm? No, I don’t think so. He’s not a tiger beastman, and he doesn’t have any royal belongings. Most likely… he’s the prince’s knight or bodyguard.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

Harun glanced at the sword placed beside the man. It was a finely crafted blade, clearly well used and cared for — the kind of weapon every man dreamed of wielding. Harun couldn’t help feeling a bit excited, even if his own muscles were shaped more by farm work than by sword practice.

“We should treat the worst injury first. He won’t wake up because of the pain… right? If he does, I might scream.”

“Perea, I can tell you’ve had a very peaceful veterinary life here.”

Perea hunched her shoulders at Harun’s teasing remark. Sometimes, he sounded less like a friend and more like a scolding father.

Unable to argue back, she pouted and gathered her tools to start stitching.

She wasn’t new to stitching wounds — she’d done it before for children who got hurt while playing. But this was the most serious injury she’d ever treated.

After disinfecting the wound again with alcohol, she picked up her needle and prayed he wouldn’t wake up and start yelling midway through.

“Ugh…”

Harun groaned and ran out to the living room, unable to watch. Every time the needle pierced flesh, goosebumps ran up his arms.

But Perea worked steadily, her earlier nervousness gone. She carefully sewed the wound tight so it wouldn’t tear open even if he moved later.

When she finished bandaging his shoulder, she felt proud — it was her best work yet.

The patient hadn’t made a single sound throughout the dozens of stitches. Of course, he might have been too unconscious to make a noise, but still — she decided to take it as a good sign.

Humming softly, Perea began cleaning up her tools, not realizing that the “unconscious” man had opened his eyes — and was now glaring coldly at her with icy-blue eyes.

By the time she noticed, she had already put away the last cloth and closed the drawer.

“Who are you?”

The voice was deep and cold as ice, freezing her in place.

Wh-what? When did he wake up? There hadn’t been a single sound!

Perea froze like she’d seen a ghost. As she tried to turn around, something cold pressed against her neck.

“W-wait! Is that a real sword?!”

“Answer my question first.”

The man’s tone was sharp and emotionless. The blade pressed harder against her throat.

If she’d known this was the thanks she’d get for saving him, she wouldn’t have bothered stitching so neatly!

“I-I’m Perea Kitten! A v-veterinarian! You and the prince were both hurt, so I just treated your wounds, that’s all!”

“Prince…?”

“Yes, yes! Stop threatening me and go check on His Highness instead!”