Tame or Be Captured (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 011
When the main discussion was finally over, Jackal returned to his usual calm demeanor and spoke.
“Now that we’re done talking, if you ever act disrespectfully or utter insults toward a fellow member again, it won’t end with just grabbing you by the collar next time.”
“…Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Geb obediently tucked his tail away.
The next morning, Asha opened her eyes on a plush bed.
She clearly remembered lying on the carpet last night, chatting cozily with that handsome horse, but somehow she’d fallen asleep and been moved to the bed without realizing it.
‘Did Jackal carry me here?’
Asha rose from the bed with a slightly dazed feeling.
Just then, the sound of chopping firewood came from outside.
She hastily threw on her outer coat hanging on the rack and stepped out.
In the front yard, Jackal was chopping firewood, bare-chested and wielding an axe.
Each time he swung the axe down forcefully, the log split cleanly in two.
After swiftly tossing the split pieces aside, he placed a new log on the stump—and upon spotting Asha, he straightened his back and looked up.
Asha couldn’t bring herself to greet him casually.
She still felt guilty about what had happened the previous day.
An awkward silence settled between them.
Jackal was the first to avert his gaze and spoke nonchalantly,
“…It’s cold out here. Go back inside. Sosa will bring breakfast soon.”
With that, he resumed chopping logs.
His back, gripping the axe, looked remarkably sturdy and dependable.
Asha suddenly realized he was chopping firewood for her.
She’d slept soundly through the night, unaware that the room had stayed so warmly heated—all thanks to him stoking the fire while she slept.
“I’m… sorry about yesterday.”
Jackal paused mid-swing.
Keeping his eyes fixed solely on the logs, he said,
“…You don’t need to apologize. We both did things we shouldn’t have.”
He regretted having misunderstood her and pressed her too hard the day before.
Though, by his own standards, her declared purpose had been utterly incomprehensible—yet considering how monumental such a decision must have been for someone granted a second life, he knew he’d been in the wrong.
“Yesterday, you said you’d die.”
“Ah… well…”
As Asha fumbled for words, flustered, he calmly continued,
“To me, it’s something that hasn’t happened yet, so it doesn’t matter. I live a life where getting captured at any moment wouldn’t be surprising anyway, so it barely affects me.”
“…”
“Besides, now that I know the future, I can just change it. From what I can tell, you following me seems like something that never happened in the past, right?”
“…That’s true.”
“Then it’s settled.”
Though Jackal spoke dismissively, Asha’s words from the day before replayed in his mind.
‘This time, I’ll definitely… stop that man from being captured by the Emperor and dying…’
Remembering how she’d declared she’d protect him, he nearly chuckled out loud—amused despite himself.
Yet at the same time, his heart pounded strangely.
After all, there was no other woman who’d ever say such words to him…
Feeling unexpectedly embarrassed, he quickly changed the subject.
“…I’ll make you strong. So never again speak—or even think—so carelessly about death.”
Asha’s eyes widened slightly at those words.
“Then…”
“Yeah. I’ll accept you as a hunter.”
A bright smile slowly spread across Asha’s previously stunned face.
“Thank you, Jackal! I’ll work really hard!”
Jackal watched her as she answered with burning determination.
Her flushed cheeks and earnest expression struck him as oddly amusing, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
…Honestly, she was kind of cute.
He wasn’t sure yet just how difficult training a female hunter would be, but it already seemed worth the effort.
Without looking directly at her, Jackal said indifferently,
“Call me ‘Chief.’ If you’re truly Lycaon, that is.”
Hearing him acknowledge her as Lycaon, Asha’s eyes lit up.
“Understood, Chief!”
Jackal nearly smiled but barely suppressed it and said instead,
“Don’t let your guard down. Your trial isn’t over yet. For the next month, you’ll train just like every other member. If you fail the test, I’ll kick you out without mercy. We want strong hunters—not weak ones who need their comrades to protect them.”
Though he deliberately spoke more coldly, Asha’s face bloomed like a flower.
“That’s fine. I’m glad I’ve been given another chance.”
Asha resolved firmly not to waste this opportunity.
Just then, Sosa was seen approaching from afar, carrying breakfast, and ran over cheerfully upon spotting them.
“…Huh? Lady Asha! You’re awake?”
When Asha looked his way, he grinned brightly and said,
“My name is Sosa Cotton. I’m the Chief’s right-hand man and strategist of Lycaon. Since you might become the Chief’s partner, I’ll serve you devotedly from now on.”
“…She’s not my woman.”
A low voice cut in immediately upon hearing those words.
Sosa chuckled, raised one hand, and whispered to her,
“Don’t be fooled—he’s actually quite shy deep down.”
Remembering how flustered he’d been the previous night, Asha nodded.
Noticing Jackal glaring at him, Sosa quickly ushered Asha inside the house.
While she diligently sipped her corn soup and dipped bread into it with her spoon, Jackal carried in an armful of firewood, tossed it into the fireplace, and sat silently in front, poking the fire with a poker.
Asha cautiously addressed him,
“Chief… um, about that horse you keep.”
Jackal abruptly stiffened his shoulders.
“…What about it?”
“Well… we were together last night, but when I woke up, it was gone… Where is it now? Can I see it in the stable?”
Despite the dead of winter, Jackal suddenly felt cold sweat break out on his back.
“No. It’s… just…”
Frowning slightly as he thought for a moment, he finally answered,
“…It went out for a stroll.”
“A stroll?”
Surprised by his answer, Asha blinked.
“…Yeah. It’s a wandering horse. Has a restless spirit—sometimes just leaves on its own and comes back later.”
“Really? So it’ll find its way back home by itself after the stroll?”
“Yeah. Horses naturally have strong homing instincts. Especially that one—it’s far smarter than ordinary horses and quickly knows exactly where its owner is.”
Seeing Asha genuinely impressed, Jackal felt awkward, as if he’d accidentally boasted about himself in a strange way.
A wandering horse, indeed.
Though utterly absurd, Asha nodded earnestly, as if it made perfect sense.
Perhaps the horse had visited her room last night precisely to ask permission for its outing.
To Asha, the horse already felt just like a person.
Jackal sighed inwardly but couldn’t help his lips twitching slightly at her innocence.
Asha asked with eyes full of curiosity,
“Then… do you mind if I ask the little one’s name?”
Hearing her refer to it as “the little one,” Jackal cleared his throat loudly and replied,
“Call it whatever you like. It doesn’t have a name.”
“Really? No name at all? Even though it’s your own steed, you didn’t even give it a name?”
When Asha raised an eyebrow and pressed him almost accusingly, Jackal felt even more awkward—as if he were being scolded for neglecting himself.
“If you really want one, you give it a name yourself.”
Asha asked in surprise,
“Me? Is that really okay?”
“Yeah. It understands any name you call it, but maybe… it’d like having a proper name.”
Jackal let his voice trail off.
Truthfully, when she’d first asked him his name in the snowfield, he’d felt a flicker of excitement.
It had been so long—far too long—since anyone showed interest in his name. And realistically, he never expected anyone would call him by that name again.
Asha beamed.
“Then I’ll give it one! I hope it comes back soon.”
Watching her genuine delight, Jackal asked quietly,
“You really like that horse that much?”
“Of course! It saved me!”
Jackal couldn’t help but chuckle openly.
“It wasn’t the horse—it was me who saved you.”
“Oh… I know the Chief sent the horse for me. I’ll never forget that for as long as I live.”
Asha replied bashfully.
Jackal’s shoulders proudly lifted for a moment—only for him to be flustered by her next words.
“But that horse seemed so devoted and loving toward its master… I guess the master doesn’t really care much in return?”
When Asha shot him a subtle sideways glance, Jackal responded in disbelief,
“Who said I don’t care? I cherish that horse deeply.”
Asha still looked skeptical as she asked,
“…Really?”
“Yes. That’s why I personally bathed it myself yesterday.”
“Oh.”
Remembering the horse’s damp mane from last night, Asha nodded.
No wonder the horse had carried the same soap scent as his.
“Then… when do you think it’ll be back?”
“…Who knows. After I scrubbed it clean last night, it’s probably roaming the mountains right now, diligently searching for its sweetheart.”
Asha couldn’t help but giggle happily at that.
Her expression was so utterly innocent and pure that Jackal’s guarded expression softened completely.
“I’m sure that little one will find a beautiful sweetheart. After all, it’s so handsome.”
Her words struck his heart again, making him blink in surprise.
He couldn’t understand why his cheeks kept heating up like this.
Just then, Asha suddenly became serious.
“Chief, I have one request.”
Jackal tensed immediately.
Perhaps she was about to ask for that wild horse as her own.
For it to become solely hers would carry great significance even among his clan.
“What is it?”
Bracing himself, Jackal waited for her words.
After a moment, Asha spoke resolutely,
“Please teach me how to ride.”
Caught off guard by her unexpected request, Jackal blinked once.
Asha added shyly,
“Before my regression, the Emperor wouldn’t even let me near a horse, so I’ve never ridden one… Yours was the first horse I’ve ever been on.”
Jackal fell silent and stared at her.
So that was why she’d been so delighted seeing a horse in the snowfield.
And that explained why she’d clung on so awkwardly when he’d mounted her—she hadn’t been unsteady from the cold, but simply didn’t know how to ride.
Asha peeked nervously at his expression and asked,
“Is that… too difficult a request?”
“…No. I was just surprised. In Lycaon, there’s no one who can’t ride a horse—that’s just basic.”
Hearing this, Asha grew even more embarrassed and blushed.
Jackal asked,
“So when you escaped the imperial palace, you just ran on foot?”
“Yes…”
His eyes widened slightly.
“You planned to flee on foot—without a horse—from that tyrant?”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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No way…did Karaf set up this situation with the assassin or kidnapping attempt to earn points?
Not practically, it is a form of torture. Jackel didn’t jump into the water on his own while tied to the boulder.
It seems backward that the Empress is invited to a Duchess’ tea party.