Seria was the youngest daughter of the Kester ducal family, with five older brothers.
She had a frail body and was a delicate cat, but her brothers grew up with all sorts of extraordinary abilities, becoming tigers and dragons.
“Seria, you have to marry a man like your brother when you grow up, okay?”
“What? No! I hate it!”
“Why are you saying it as if you were waiting…?”
No matter how hurt her brother looked, Seria remained resolute.
As someone surrounded by strong brothers who were overly protective to the point of suffocation, marrying such a man seemed inconceivable!
“I like him.”
So, on impulse, she pointed to a small young boy.
Being of the same cat race and appearing frail at first glance, he caught her fancy.
However, there was one problem.
“I-I hate you!”
The boy avoided Seria.
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Seria looked at the man who used to be a little boy running away from her.
The little boy, who had grown frighteningly big, slowly approached and said,
“Got it, Seria? If I can’t stop…”
“Yuel…”
“Stab me with this.”
I’ll be fine. His muttering soon drowned between lips meeting each other.
He knew from the beginning that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
