Why Are You Becoming a Villain Again?

ollowed.

 

Seeing Keirsey lowering her tail at every word I said, Judy looked at me cautiously.

 

“…Cayden, it seems you need some alone time with your sister, so I’ll take my leave.”

 

“…Okay…
See you later.”

 

Even when we finished our brief farewell, Keirsey remained firm and still.
Until I couldn’t see Judy anymore, I didn’t say anything to Keirsey either.

 

Keirsey seemed to be afraid of this silence; She fidgeted in her place anxiously.

 

Actually, I wasn’t even that angry, I was just surprised.

 

I looked behind Keirsey’s stiff back; Two baskets lay on the ground.
One basket was upright, while the other was spread out, spilling the contents it previously had: fresh carrots and ripened apples.
Immediately, I could see why Keirsey had come here.

 

I promised to introduce her to my new friend: Storm.
I also promised to have lunch together.
Looking at the basket, she seemed to have prepared a lot.

 

Seeing Keirsey's efforts rolling on the dirt floor, I felt a strange sense of regret.
It was like watching a child dropping his ice cream.

 

Was it because Asena had hurt me too much? I was indeed surprised by Keirsey's behavior, but those baskets gave me comfort.
I could feel that she was looking forward to meeting me after putting in so much effort.
I couldn't even get angry anymore.

 

“Hey…Keirsey.”

 

She was surprised by my voice and made a pitiful face seemingly waiting for my scolding.
Yes, this was the Keirsey I was familiar with.

 

I placed a hand on her cheek to calm her down, then gently put a little force to lift her head.

 

My eyes met her beautiful obsidian eyes, which were wet, seemingly on verge of crying.

 

“…Don’t cry.
Did anything bad happen today?”

 

“……”

 

“What if I suddenly get so angry with one of your friends?”

 

“…but…but…she said I’m lying…!”

 

“But I trust you, right? So you don’t have to be so embarrassed.”

 

“……Ugh…”

 

“Ahhh, don’t cry over such insignificant things.
By the way, you came to see Storm.
You should see him.”

 

To refresh the mood, I wiped her tears and introduced Storm, who was resting in the stables.

 

A muscular black horse stood there proudly.
But to my eyes, he still looked quite ugly…
An ugly horse who never listened to me.

 

Keirsey looked at the black horse with her swollen eyes, then she moved her eyes between me and Storm, alternatively.

 

It seemed that she could not comprehend my action of letting her go scot-free.

 

I grabbed both shoulders from behind her—

 

“Isn’t he pretty?”

 

—and forcefully averted her gaze.

 

“…yes.”

 

Keirsey wiped away her tears and meekly affirmed.

 

Yes? I was just asking if he was pretty.
I didn't actually think she would say 'yes' though.

 

I looked at Storm for a moment to see if he was pretty but not being able to change my mind after a few more seconds I headed toward the basket behind Keirsey.

 

Keirsey’s eyes followed me carefully.
Ignoring the spilled fruits, I took an apple from inside the basket and returned to Keirsey.
Then I handed the red apple to her.

 

“Did you know that Storm likes apples and hence prepared them for him?”

 

“…..yes.”

 

“Feed it,” I nodded.
“Oh, feed carefully.
Storm is rather violent .”

 

It seemed that Keirsey’s mood was gradually improving.

 

Keirsey’s hand holding an apple hesitantly approached Storm’s mouth.

 

I was also a little nervous.
Storm was such an absurd axis.
But contrary to my worries, Storm accepted the apple gently.

 

Keirsey’s eyes widened slightly and there was a hint of joy on her face.

 

“Oppa, he ate it!”

 

“…Storm really likes you.”

 

Seeing the behavior of Storm in front of Keirsey, I was relieved as well as suspicious.
After Storm swallowed the apple, I handed him a carrot this time.
Unsurprisingly…
he bit my hand.

 

“Ouch!”

 

Damn, it hurt!!!

 

When I threatened Storm by showing my fist, Keirsey suddenly burst into laughter…
The sudden anger I felt because of Storm melted away in Keirsey’s cute laughter.

 

While she laughed, I opened the other basket.
Keirsey also followed me.

 

“Wow…that’s pretty…”

 

The meal was so beautiful that the words ‘pretty’ came out first, not ‘it would be delicious’; There were colorful sandwiches that looked delicious and their arrangement seemed aesthetically pleasant.

 

“Wow, Keirsey, did you make this lunch?”

 

“…Uh?”

 

Keirsey hesitated for a long time without answering my question.
That was an answer itself.

 

“You didn’t do it.”

 

“….yes.”

 

“Why are you depressed again? It's the thought that counts.”

 

“…..Hehe.”

 

One thought suddenly came to mind—

 

Was it because I was hurt by Asena? Keirsey's efforts looked cuter today.

 

—I suddenly wanted to have more fun with her.

 

“Keirsey, would you like to ride Storm with me?”