Prolouge
I should have put a leash on him. No, I should have at least attached a warning sign.
[Will bite if touched.]
‘What on earth is going on.’
I stared at my child, covered in blood, with bewildered eyes.
“Master.”
It was a gentle voice.
Despite emitting such a dangerous aura, he smiled innocently.
‘……I guess I should ask what happened first.’
I swallowed hard and struggled to open my mouth.
“You…… You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”
“Of course not.”
When I asked worriedly, he smirked with languid eyes. Then he walked towards me, one step at a time.
It was a slow yet intimidating gait, like that of a predator. His eyes fixated intensely, following only me.
I felt like I had become prey.
His jet-black hair and pale white skin created a stark contrast with the fresh blood.
Languid red eyes and lips redder than blood.
A delicate nose bridge and a slender yet strong jawline.
“Oscar.”
I called his name without realizing it.
Truly. He was an exquisitely beautiful male.
“A gift.”
Oscar held out an object wrapped in cloth.
Red liquid dripped from it, and the pungent smell of blood was noticeable.
“You didn’t……”
“You said you wanted it. So I brought it.”
‘What does that mean?’
I recalled the nonsense I had spouted to the Emperor not long ago.
When the Emperor asked what I wanted, I boldly gave an impertinent answer.
“Please cut off Your Majesty’s head.”
‘No way. Did he take literally what I said to put up a wall?’
The truth is, I was currently trapped in the tyrant’s harem.
And in a moment, I was in a situation where I had to spend my first night with a perverted Emperor twenty years older than me.
That is, until just now, while the Emperor’s head was still attached.
‘To bring the Emperor’s head over a single overheard sentence.’
Oscar was truly loyal to a fault.
Should I have been prepared for this since the day I started raising a dragon as a pet?
Just like that day when he willingly offered his own heart. Was cutting off the Emperor’s head such a simple task?
Even so, assassinating the Emperor? This was a major incident.
‘What should I do? It’s a capital offense if we’re caught.’
My head throbbed.
Anyway, as Oscar’s master, I had a duty to protect him.
“Give it here. Let’s hide this first.”
“Why? Don’t you like the gift?”
“Do you know what you’ve just done? If we’re caught, you’ll die. So…!”
“Who could kill me?”
Oscar chuckled.
It was a sardonic laugh as if my worry was trivial.
“What?”
“The only one who can kill me is you, Master.”
As if to reassure me, he grabbed my hand that was trembling like a frightened rabbit.
And gently placed it on his face.
“So.”
Oscar’s bright red eyes burned with desire.
“Please pet me.”
How did it come to this?
I only wanted to raise this dragon to be a ‘well-behaved dragon that doesn’t go berserk’……
