Chapter 116.2

I didn’t want to leave the room. I didn’t want to see others, and I tried to pretend to be happy because I felt I was going to be in that state, but Sylvie noticed my condition immediately.

“Fool, that’s why you’re my subordinate.”

“What?”

“You always pretend to be strong, but you’re weak. You’re still too weak to be my master, the master of the Silver Wolf.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet.

“Tch…”

“So what’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I guess I was too greedy.”

Somehow, I felt emotions surge somewhere and looked at Sylvie, forcing a smile. I thought he might ask this and that, but Sylvie didn’t say anything.

He just patted my head.

“This is… strange.”

“Why?”

“I don’t think it suits you.”

“Why did you suddenly become so ugly?”

“I’m not ugly, but I’m sure everyone says you’re pretty too.”

When I opened my mouth wide open to protest, Sylvie smirked.

“Oh, so now I’m pretty, the prettiest human, huh. I guess I’m ugly now.”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“You’re stupid. If someone tells you to, you make them laugh. Just laugh when you’re happy, and cry when you’re sad. But now I want to cry, but it seems I can’t.”

I was afraid that he’d hate me, so I pretended to be happy all the time.

I should be happy and not whining, so everyone will like me. It was clear that everyone would hate it if I cried. No one likes a crying child.

So I did, but Sylvie’s words made me feel weird.

“That’s… that’s what I wanted to hear.”

“Yeah, so let’s take a break today. You’ll feel good when you wake up from a nap.”

Sylvie, who had been talking just now, suddenly walked to the sofa and sat in a very comfortable position.

“Come here. I’m a little sleepy.”

“Are you sleepy? Are you going to have a fever again?”

“No, I’m a little… I’m suddenly tired.”

Then he gently closed his eyes. I sat on the sofa and looked at Sylvie with a worried expression.

“I don’t think it’s okay. Is it because of me?”

“I’m not that weak.”

“Weak.”

“I’m a strong man. I am!”

“…More like a strong dog.”

When I put my hand on his forehead, it seemed that he had a slight fever. I wasn’t sure because I kept alternating between his forehead and mine.

“A dog… a dog… but…”

“Alright, I won’t call you a dog, so don’t get sick, okay? It’s so sad that precious people get hurt…”

“Am I… a precious person too?”

“Yes! A very, very precious person.”

“Yeah, you’re the most precious person to me, too.”

There was an unusually bright smile on Sylvie’s face, though he pretended there wasn’t. Sylvie, who opened his eyes and looked at me, reached out and immediately touched my shoulder.

“It’s only me who can make my subordinate sad.”

“Huh?”

“So don’t be sad. I need to rest a little. I don’t think I slept at all last night.”

With those words, Sylvie fell asleep. Watching the scene quietly, I rested Sylvie’s head on my shoulder, who was sleeping uncomfortably.

Sylvie, who flinched a little, eventually fell asleep, as I hoped.

So much time passed. At that time, only the sound of Sylvie’s new form breathing filled the room.

Then, the door opened slightly and someone entered the room. It was my dad, who came inside very carefully.

“Dad!”

“Were you sleeping?”

“No!”

As if I had completely forgotten yesterday when everyone complained that they didn’t even care about Sylvie, I smiled brightly.

Contrary to the expectation that Sylvie would wake up immediately, Sylvie leaned more comfortably on me.

“Come to think of it, it seems he has a slight fever…”

However, my father’s expression did not look good as he looked at Sylvie. As if he was displeased with something, Dad looked at Sylvie and I alternately. He breathed a deep sigh, as if he could not stand it.

“…Why is he leaning on my daughter’s shoulder like that? I’ve never even leaned on your shoulder, Bebe.”

“Because he’s sick?”

“Are you going to do everything when I’m sick?’

I widened my eyes and nodded.

“You’re asking the obvious.”

“Hmm…”

At that time, I felt Sylvie shift uncomfortably. Perhaps our voices were annoying. I shook my head at my dad, stroking his soft head.

“Sylvie will wake up.”

My father, who watched us, was probably quite upset, so he took turns looking at Sylvie and I.

“…I’m going to be sick too.”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“No, nothing.”

“Are you feeling sick?’

I asked him just to be sure, but he shook his head so hard that it felt very suspicious. Then, he crumpled his handsome eyebrows and leaned towards Sylvie.

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