I Raised the Beast Well

d very close.

Well, no wonder they were.
Ball dancing consisted of men and women sticking together in the first place, and to teach it, they would have to stick together too.

Aymon put a stiff hand on Lucy’s waist, with an expressionless face.
Lucy taught him with no ulterior motive, and also a static expression.

Anyone could’ve seen that they were embarrassed.

Isn’t this a bit too close?

Belinda’s viewpoint was distorted – to her, it looked like they were hugging.

It was all because she liked Aymon, and her earlier misunderstanding.

That he might like Lucy.

What if they get close again after sticking together like that?

Even if not, what if he came up with a ridiculous explanation like “You have to take responsibility for touching me while I was in heat”?

She was very thirsty.
She nervously picked up her tea and put it back down.
The movement was reciprocated from the other side of the table.

Lart lowered his cup uneasily, with trembling fingers.

He hadn’t been able to come and see Lucy because of a recent flood of work, but he had finally come today.

“Lucy! I’m here!”

He walked in happily, only to be met with Lucy hugging the beautiful Shinsu.

Of course, they weren’t hugging.
Even Aymon’s hand near Lucy’s waist was suspended a few inches in the air.

However, in Lart’s jealous eyes, they were firmly together.

He fiddled with his chin nervously.

Even compared to himself, the Shinsu was surprisingly handsome.
He was a good match in terms of his appearance, physique, and being a Shinsu.
If he was so close to Lucy and they liked each other…

Eventually, Lart leapt out of his seat, unable to stand it.

“I’d rather do it! I’ll teach you!”

His loud voice rang out.

Aymon and Lucy stopped moving.
Belinda, who was sitting across from him, also stared at him with a curious expression.

“I know ball dance better than Lucy does!”

He gently pushed Lucy away and smoothed into Aymon’s arms.

He couldn’t teach Aymon the female role, so he would teach from Lucy’s position.

“……”

“……”

There was an awkward silence between Lart and Aymon.

Aymon, with his hands on Lart’s waist, looked at him indifferently.
Lart avoided looking back – even though he’d initiated it, he was embarrassed.

Lucy stepped back without saying a word.

The two men facing each other were a Shinsu and a prince.
One couldn’t meddle in the doings of two great men, even if they weren’t quite understandable.

Belinda moved her teacup, muttering to herself.

“He’s my brother, but he’s weird, too.”

Aymon nodded indifferently.
He didn’t care whether it was Lucy or Lart teaching him to dance.

Soon, Aymon began to swirl Lart around as Lucy had taught him.

The two bodies joined and fell, and their hands touched and moved away.
With no music and dull faces, the two moved quietly.

It was the most emotionless and stiff dancing in the world.

Lucy stood awkwardly before sitting down opposite Belinda.
Unexpectedly, Lart was teaching Aymon well.

As the beast and the man moved silently in the palace, all that could be heard was the blunt sound of their feet shuffling.

“These two are…”

Lucy muttered.

She couldn’t bear to say anything, so she trailed off.

However, Belinda understood her easily.
She was thinking the exact same thing.

Both of them were strange people.
Or rather, a strange person and a strange beast.

Aymon was leading Lart, her handsome younger brother.

The footsteps of the two men continued to ring in the palace for days.

***

That day, Aymon was twirling Lart slowly.

“You’re perfect, Shinsu.”

Lart gave him a dull compliment.

“Yeah, you’re good at spinning, too.”

Aymon answered back.

After a few days of dancing together, one would have thought that they’d get a little closer, but they were still embarrassed.
At the end of each dance, they pulled apart like they had to escape.

When they finished, Lart and Lucy left the palace, leaving Belinda and Aymon alone under the soft lights.

“I’m good now.”

Aymon said proudly as he washed up, wearing a gown the maid gave him.

The guest palace’s maid had already been with them for five years.
Thanks to her quickness, everything Aymon needed was put out.

“Good job.”

Belinda grinned, praising him as she looked out onto the moonlit landscape.

However, Aymon was more beautiful than the scenery.
She sighed without realizing it.

Sweeping aside his wet hair, he gestured to her.

“Come here, Breedee.”

Belinda stood up as if she was possessed.
The calm, powerful voice seemed to be able to give commands humans couldn’t resist.

His infinitely sweet voice sometimes made her feel like that.
She approached and looked up at him, and his arms were soon around his waist.

Aymon suddenly hugged her and let out a long sigh, as if pleased.

“There’s no one here now, so can we stick together?”