If Myu had continued talking some mindless nonsense after waking up, Yu Jitae would have cancelled the remaining three days of the vacation without mercy. However, Myu after waking up was far from angry and calmly reflected on her position.
“I have made a mistake.”
“…”
“My emotions have erred me into making a blunder.”
“…”
“If you wish to end the vacation now, do so. I will follow what you say.”
Myu gave words that were no different from an apology.
It was bizarre. He did not wish for an apology and in fact, there was no reason for her to apologise to him in the first place. An apology to him was a meaningless act because asking for forgiveness did not change the events of the past.
However, it nonetheless allowed him to see that she wouldn’t create any more uproars. That was more than enough for him.
“Do not waste your energy on a precious vacation.”
“You’re saying?”
“There are still three days left. I will guarantee the promised holiday so just behave yourself.”
“Even though I’ve created such a fuss.”
“Or we can go back if you don’t want to.”
Her purple pair of eyes twitched as Myu powerlessly scoffed.
“Are you scared that I might kill myself?”
Yu Jitae was silent in response.
That was actually part of the reason why he wanted to guarantee the holiday as much as possible. Myu had an emotional attachment to the black race and that was what Yu Jitae was using to control Myu, who had limited interest in her life.
However, she could still stop her own heart if the pressure was to exceed a certain threshold. She was using a piece of the vase yesterday only because her heart had yet to fully heal.
Yu Jitae had to control Myu the way he wanted but to a degree that she wouldn’t die, whereas Myu used her own life to make a deal with Yu Jitae.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})They had a loose grip over each other’s wants and that was the strange nature of their relationship.
“I will not say thanks to such limited freedom, but let me accept your goodwill.
“But by the way…”
Myu turned her eyes to Bom who was standing next to Yu Jitae. Their eyes crossed in mid-air as the purple and the green pairs of eyes looked into one another.
Wearing a frown, Myu glanced across Bom from top to bottom.
Bom had changed into her favourite off-shoulder frill one-piece dress, neatly brushed her hair and had also applied some makeup before Myu woke up.
March. The bright sunlight was warmly shining upon the Notre-Dame Cathedral outside the hotel room where Bom had fully dressed herself for the first time on Earth.
There was a doubt in Yu Jitae’s mind while she was applying make-up and brushing her hair on the side.
What was this child thinking about?
He had no idea.
Even though he met her hundreds of times and was now even holding romantic feelings for her, he still could not fully understand what Bom was thinking.
“What are you looking at?”
It was Myu who started it off.
Without saying anything in response, Bom gazed back at Myu who soon frowned in displeasure.
“You are an infant dragon. Yes?”
“…”
“What brings a child of the green race here?”
“…”
“Are you not going to say anything? Well, all the green dragons I saw were sick in the head. Of course you won’t be any different. So, did you run away from home?”
“…”
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})“To think you would meet a human like that even though you ran away from home. How pitiful. Don’t you find your life hard?”
Only then did Bom open her mouth.
“No.”
Her voice was calm and her face was composed and at a glance, she even appeared lethargic. But for him, who was staring on from the side, it mysteriously seemed slightly different.
“Kid.”
It seemed that Myu had felt the same way.
“What’s with those damn eyes huh? Do I know you? This little brat – how dare you…”
As an adult dragon, she naturally had a condescending attitude but Bom was silent in response. When Bom was putting on the choker before, this was the conversation she had shared with him.
– What’s your role, oppa?
His answer to her question included the words supervision, safety and regulation. From now on, Bom would act as his assistant.
– But even though it’s okay for you to come with us, don’t stand out too much.
– This is a vacation permitted by me. This period of time has to be solely for Myu.
– If you become an obstacle during the vacation, I might have to send you back home.
And to his words, Bom replied. As always,
– Okay.
“Do you know how to speak?”
“Please don’t care about me.”
“What?”
“You seem to be out on your holiday. Please do what you want to do. I’m just an assistant who will help Season regulate you.”
“Regulate? You? Me?”
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Myu dumbfoundedly took a step closer in with the vicious killing intent of a black dragon swarming around her body. She had regained a small amount of her mana back after sleeping for a whole night.
Yu Jitae stepped in between them and blocked her with his eyes gesturing to her to go and mind her own business. Myu, who had been glaring at Bom as if she would devour her any time, looked back and forth between Bom and Yu Jitae.
“You…”
She scoffed.
“Kid. You got lucky this time.”
Myu turned around as Bom closed her mouth which had been open. What was it that she was about to say? He wondered.
It seemed that Bom was anxious due to the aftermath of the onion core and was trying to keep him by her side, but sending her back regardless of her uneasiness might have been the right call.
Thinking that, he followed Myu and carried his feet.
***
That day, Myu headed to the North of Paris to observe more people.
Montmartre.
This hill with the Basilica of Sacré Coeur at the centre was a historical repository of culture. There were all sorts of beautiful buildings and unique statues with tourists all across the hill.
Like other tourists, Myu walked around but her eyes were set on the people. From time to time, they came across signboards that cherished the victims of the Australian incident but she showed an indifferent attitude as if nothing happened yesterday.
“My Nemesis? This.”
“What.”
“Buy me one.”
It was evident from how she was nonchalantly buying a crepe at a street stall next to the signboard [With Australia].
Until then, Yu Jitae and Myu were walking with around 3 metres in between. It was bustling with people and they were bound to crash into others while walking.
But that was when a woman screamed out loud. The following cracking sound was that of a human bone.
“Ahhhhk!”
The woman’s hand was on the bag that was hanging on Myu’s waist – the bag which Yu Jitae had bought for her last night before entering the hotel.
It was a pickpocket, which was a fairly common sight near tourist attractions.
“How laughable. I’ve really become a lot weaker.”
Myu murmured to herself but her grip remained firm. It was difficult to resist because a portion of her power had returned with the recovery of her heart.
“Ahhk, auuk!”
“You dare crave for my belonging?”
“It, it’s a misunderstanding…!”
The pickpocketer had a partner.
The other person hurriedly grabbed onto Myu’s arm while shouting, “What is this for!” and gathered the eyes of the surrounding people. Their plan was to make a big fuss and run away behind the chaos but Myu pushed her head away as the woman collapsed on the ground.
“Kuhk…!”
Myu moved her hand and this time grabbed onto the pickpocketer’s throat. Even though she had become weaker, it was still the grip of a dragon and breaking the feeble neck of a human was nothing difficult.
That was why he had to step in.
“Myu. That’s enough.”
“What? Is this not self-defence?”
She glared at Yu Jitae with the eyes of a venomous snake.
“It is not, so let go of your hand, and let’s move on. You’re being excessive.”
“Excessive? I do not understand. This human dared to covet my bag. This bag, which you gave to me last night.”
“Let go.”
With her eyes still glaring at him, Myu slowly released her grip. Crumbled on the ground, the woman sobbed on the spot looking at her broken hand.
The surrounding people misunderstood Myu as a superhuman and weren’t willing to step up while she calmly walked towards him. Standing in front of him, she opened her mouth.
“My Nemesis. I really cannot understand.”
“Now what.”
“What is it about this world that makes you fit yourself into the rules formed by these pathetic insects?”
He wondered what retarded bullshit she was asking this time and didn’t reply, so it was Bom who replied in his stead.
“If you want to belong to a world, you have to conform to it.”
A frown appeared on Myu’s white face, but her eyes were still fixed on Yu Jitae.
“You are the same as me. Even though you are a human, you have a greatness that exceeds your race. In truth, the authorities in your hands already overwhelm these bugs.”
“Is being a dragon that big of a deal?” Bom interjected.
“Why is it that we have to follow every single rule of such deplorable little humans? Why?”
“If you don’t want to, then maybe you should live by yourself in a different dimension?” Every time he was about to open his mouth, Bom intervened and replied instead. There was no way she could ignore it anymore so Myu replied by murmuring to herself.
“What’s with this bug that’s constantly bothering me…”
“It’s because you’re saying strange…”
“Anyway, why are you silent?”
“…things that I…”
“Can you say anything to refute my words?”
“…Can you hear what I’m saying?”
“As much as you know me, I know you very well. Season.”
It was then.
“Pfft.”
A faint scoff left from Bom’s mouth. She was probably finding it funny how she was saying she knew him very well without even knowing his actual name.
The scoff succeeded in touching Myu’s temperament which had remained tough even when she was being interrupted every time. Myu slowly turned her stiff face towards Bom.
“Ah, sorry.”
Seeing the angry look on her face, Bom apologised apathetically.
“I thought you couldn’t hear me.”
That was clearly not an apology. Even though Bom appeared indifferent, even Yu Jitae could tell that her words were grinding at Myu’s nerves.
Yu Jitae was slightly flustered on the inside, because it was his first time seeing Bom intentionally trying to anger someone.
“Where did this rat that’s more garbage than Season crawl out from…”
After murmuring to herself, Myu revealed her fangs.
“Listen. Kid.”
“Sorry?”
“Do you really want to die?”
That was when Yu Jitae hurriedly escaped from the area with the two of them in hand.
There was a police siren ringing nearby.
*
After that, Myu continued creating both small and big incidents on the way up the Montmartre hill and Bom intervened every time to annoy her.
“You. Come here for a bit.”
“Why?”
“Come here. Before I truly get mad.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Then I’ll come to you.”
Whenever Myu was unable to control her irritation and dash towards her, Yu Jitae stood in front of her to stop her rampage and Myu had to hold her anger back.
On another note, Bom’s actions showed Yu Jitae a new possibility. When trying to regulate someone, he would hit, tie them up and instil fear. His method would always result in violence.
However, Bom was different. She was purely acting the role of a supervising assistant. Even though her method was not at all violent, she still accurately pointed out everything wrong that Myu did.
Around noon the next day was when the supervising assistant mask, which she had been thoroughly keeping, finally cracked for the first time.
‘Place du Tertre’
A small world of the artists of the past who had rejected restrictions and had dreamed of freedom.
The road was covered with pebbles and the small plaza had a bunch of cafes. Nearby were portrait painters, street musicians and performers who were brightening up the mood.
In that place, Myu came across a performer who blew into a long balloon to make miniatures. The man would fold a long pack of air a few times to make something resembling a puppy, a sword and a flower in a matter of few seconds.
“It truly is mysterious…”
After muttering that, Myu asked Yu Jitae to buy some balloons, but the first obstacle in making a miniature was the blowing of the balloon. She placed it between her lips and blew into it but it only created a blowing noise and the long pack of rubber refused to expand. She tried using her tongue and tried both sucking and biting it with her teeth but the result remained the same.
For thirty minutes she tried all sorts of things and yet failed at blowing the balloon and by that time, the balloon performer was already long gone.
With a big scowl on her face, Myu walked up to Yu Jitae and handed him the balloon.
“This. How do you inflate this?”
Even though he was irritating, it was always him that showed her how things were done whenever she was clueless.
“You blow it and show me an example.”
Yu Jitae was about to grab the balloon but that was when a hand suddenly shot out from the side to snatch her balloon – it was Bom.
Myu frowned back.
“What do you think you are doing.”
“You bit on it and it’s broken now.”
Bom threw the balloon into the rubbish bin. Seeing that, Myu squinted her eyes a little. The way this damn little girl acted was strange.
She felt skeptical.
She needed a confirmation.
Fortunately, there were still a lot of balloons left. Myu took out another balloon from the pack and placed it in her mouth. She pushed it deeper into her mouth and pretended to blow into it before giving up and handing it over to Yu Jitae while saying;
“Well, this one is not broken.”
With her eyes staring at Bom.
