The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive Chapter 68

“Annette!”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

—Nice timing.

I could tell who it was just by hearing his voice. As soon as I opened the door, I saw the face I was expecting.

It was Noah.

“Annette, are you okay?”

The boy with pink hair and blue eyes was holding a whopping scythe.

It looked like he had come with something that could be used as a weapon.

“Someone cut off the gas pipeline, so all the gas lights in front of Annette and my house went out… So I got worried and came.”

“Oh my God, who cut it off on purpose?”

“I think it's the work of that strange man.”

Mr. Kine intervened from behind. He was wearing his glasses now.

Then Noah's eyes narrowed sharply.

“Who's this uncle?”

What do you mean by 'uncle? Oh, Noah. Isn't this guy too young and handsome to be called uncle?

You should call him 'Brother'.

“Who are you, Uncle?”

Ummm, I guess he had no intentions of fixing it.

“My name is Kine. I'll protect this place, so it'll be safe. You can go back.”

Noah crossed his arms and frowned as he skimmed the man from head to toe quite defiantly (this was the first time I ever seen such a grumpy look on Noah).

“I don't want to.”

“I'll protect her, so you can go back, right?”

—-Why?

'Why are you taunting him, Noah?'

Anyway, Mr. Kine was mature, so he wouldn't accept such provocations.

Mr. Kine raised the corner of his lips.

“I think I'll definitely protect her better than a weak and small kid like you.”

'I'll take that back.'

Noah replied with a very wry smile.

“I don't know. But I might be able to protect her better than 'an old man who has already been beaten up' by someone.”

'The impact is incredible.'

Mr. Kine was smiling as well, but it didn't seem like he was really smiling.

“And I'm not a kid, I'm Noah, Mister.”

“Yes, kid.”

I couldn't help but merely keep my eyes wide open between the two of them.

It felt like I had just become a 'pressed' shrimp between the two whales.

Noah raised the corners of his lips and said,

“I must protect Annette all night long. The danger is bigger than I thought…”

Noah, with the scythe on his shoulder, came in and said,

“Because it might be close by.”

I couldn't understand why he said that while looking at Mr. Kine.

Then, Mr. Kine looked at me and wrote a message with her eyes. His eyes were asking for help, as if saying, 'Please stop him.'

But I welcomed Noah.

“Come in!”

―This stag actually had quite a bit of attack power.

I regretted my decision in 10 minutes.

'It's too stuffy.'

We were sitting across from each other at the table. To be exact, the two sat face to face, and I was stuck in between. 

'It's a perfect position to pop my back.'

It was also a position that brought back vague memories.

It was like sitting between the feral chihuahua and a ferocious baby beast.

It was like going back 10 years.

Sometimes I suffer from unintentional rejuvenation for a while.

Rumble—

I was startled by the sound of a boat horn from somewhere.(TL/N: boat horn aka the stomach rumbling kekek)

“Ah, are you hungry, you two?”

Noah's face turned red.

It was Noah. He's growing up!

I had a good idea for a moment.

“I am hungry too, who wants chicken and vegetable soup?”

“It's the owner's cooking… I am thrilled.”

“I want to eat too, Annette.”

I smiled and put on my apron.

“Then I will treat my two guests properly! Please wait.”

The evil shrimp devised an insidious plan, pulling out the largest cast iron pot with a smirk on her face.

'Fufu, I'll feed them till they burst.'

When one's full, whether you're a child or an adult, you'll get drowsy and fall asleep early.

'Overeat and get drowsy?'

Then they wouldn't be able to fight anymore, right?

I prepared a table spread that was too hearty for a late-night snack (the two of them came in to help out in the middle, but they were kicked out one after another), and the guests ate as if they were starving.

Somehow, I felt happy.

“Ugh.”

Then, Noah frowned.

Then he covered his mouth with his hand like a liberation army soldier being tortured (although it was too cute a bracken hand to be part of a liberation army).

Noah's pink, fluffy hair trembled.

“Ugh, cooked carrots…”

“Oh, it seems you can't eat cooked carrots.”

Mr. Kine said with a cool glow in his eyes beyond the square frame.

“Kids may not be able to eat well. When you become a man, you can eat it.”

As if in anger, Noah trembled, then he gulped and swallowed the cooked carrot with difficulty.

Pfft, Mr. Kine laughed.

Then, I pointed to Mr. Kine's plate and said,

“But Mr. Kine left all the beans?”

I caught it. The moment the eyes behind the square-framed glasses made a startled blink.

Then Noah smiled wickedly and scooped out a spoonful of vegetable soup (surprisingly, that spoonful had a handful of peas).

Then he said while eating proudly.

“You should eat the beans. If you're a 'man'.”

I stared at them both with narrowed eyes.

A childish 12-year-old kid and a childish adult.

No, I should correct it. There were two childish little ones (one even looked 10-years-old).

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How could they not fight?

As I, the most manly, ate the carrot-and-bean soup at this table, I suddenly had a good idea.

I smiled broadly.

“After dinner, can you two help me?”

Color pencils and little cards the size of the palm of one's hands were scattered all around.

Noah was sleeping soundly.

The three of us reached the stage where one finally fell asleep while writing the 'invitation'.

It was daunting to write out the invitations to the party, so I was very fortunate to have the two of them.

“Why is this invitation a drawing?”

“Uhh, I prepared an invitation with pictures for the neighbors who can't read!”

I answered Mr. Kine's question. Not everyone in Bayonaire could read, Mr. Kine.

That was why the menu for {Little Bakery} also had drawings of the different kinds of bread (Sordi drew it).

The invitation drawing was pretty cute.

It was a drawing of the residents attending a party with a cake and eating 'yum yum' with a smile; the character was drawn after the characteristics of the person receiving the invitation.

“You are so attentive, Owner”, Mr. Kine said, making me a little shy.

I was in charge of the drawing invitations, while Mr. Kine was in charge of the invitations for those who could read.

I glanced at Mr. Kine.

He had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick arms, and he held a pen in his large hand and neatly wrote.

Skrrr—-

From the tip of the pen, a rigid yet elegant flowing writing was made.

Clearly, it was the handwriting of a man with formal education.

And that classy accent and pronunciation.

'Certainly, Mr. Kine seems like a nobleman.'

But why not reveal it?

Anyway, it was clear that he didn't want to be treated with respect like a nobleman.

I could sense that by feeling.

Then I asked,

“By the way, Mr. Kine. Where did that guy come from?”

How dare he cut off the gas pipe. He was a really bad guy.

“Seeing that he's asking for a lump sum payment, it was not done by an individual. He must have come from some 'organization'. He must be a member of the lower ranks of the organization as they start off with such menial tasks.”

―Oh my God, an organization expert?

'How do you know all that?'

I suddenly became curious about the identity of this man and questioned,

“By the way, what does Mr. Kine do? Village management? …Or, an academy research student? You have the image of a public official or student.”

“I…”

It was then that Kyle was about to tell the truth—-

The eyes of the girl in front of him suddenly lit up, as if something came to her mind like lightning.

“Mr. Kine, Mr. Kine!”

“Yes.”

“I think I know what kind of organization that guy came from!”

“Where?”

Kyle asked with a very curious face.

Annette replied confidently with her green eyes shining.

“Isn't it that dark guild, maybe, 'Larva'?”

The head of said Larva, who was in front of her, narrowed his eyes and asked.

“Larva…?”

No way, Owner?

Annette muttered, trembling like a caged rabbit without a carrot.

“The leader over there is a really scary person. If he had a nickname, would it be 'Murder'?”

It was true that his nickname was 'Murderer.'

It was true he was also a scary person.

“What does the master there look like? Brown hair… Green eyes.”

Kyle sneakily took Noah's beret from him and pressed it to his head, blinking quickly.

Annette whispered.

“They say he has a big cut on his face and he looks like a troll!”

“Isn't it really scary and terrifying?”

“…I am a research student.”

“Yes?”

Kyle hurriedly pointed to himself and smiled; it was a smile that was as if it had been painted.

“I am a research student, Owner.”

'I'm a researcher.'

It was absurd to tell such a pathetic lie.

A dawn deep in the moonlight.

Kyle silently looked at Annette's sleeping face.

In her little hand was an invitation.

{Invitation for a Small Happy Ending}

—That's the title.

She said that she would hold a party to commemorate the happy endings of the characters in the novel and send them away.

'How can you be so immersed in reading a novel?'

It was a lovely hobby.

People who read novels are romantics.

Kyle liked that side of Annette. The aspects that he didn't have were pretty and cute.

“…Ummmm.”

Kyle gently carried Annette in his arms, who tossed and turned slightly.

She was surprisingly soft, small, and fragrant.

His heart was pounding tremendously.

Afraid that she might break if handled too hard, Kyle walked to her bedroom on the second floor, gentle as if holding a little bird.

The moonlight shone on the two of them as he looked down at her lovingly as he held her in his arms.

The man who introduced himself falsely in embarrassment—

Soon after, he confessed in a low, cautious voice, fearing that she would wake up.

“I am Kyle Winston. I've fallen for a girl who gave me a squirrel mask and I've been protecting her all my life.”

“Now I'm the head of Larva, and the name I use in the dark guild is 'Kine'.”

“Let me briefly introduce myself again—”

Under the moonlight, there was a friendly smile in Indian dimples and emerald eyes.

“I'm Kyle Winston, who's in love with you.”

Ame: Once again, where do I get a cutie like Kyle!?!?!! Sislin my boy, you got competition. Ah, you too Heinrich, you too…

Tassie: #NotMyML no matter how goddamn cute he is. Man I'm a sucker for a world in sheep's clothing XD

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