“Eat.”

The morning after Dietrich threw the uniform to Seliya, he brought her food.

Seliya looked at the food Dietrich had brought.

The steaming soup was markedly different from the thin soup she had seen the day before.

At first glance, the soup, floating with fresh vegetables and meat, stimulated her appetite. Not only that, Dietrich also brought freshly baked, crispy bread and placed it on the plate.

Seliya alternately looked at Dietrich and the food he brought with skeptical eyes.

“Planning to fatten me up to eat me?”

“…….”

Ignoring Seliya’s words lightly, Dietrich walked into the cell. He leaned against the wall after placing a bowl filled with soup and bread in front of her.

“I will watch you eat.”

“Um, I have one question.”

At Seliya’s question, Dietrich’s eyes narrowed slightly. He anticipated she would ask how she knew about his abilities again.

“…Aren’t you giving me any utensils? Do you expect me to scoop it up with my hands?”

With wide eyes, Seliya mimed scooping with a spoon. Dietrich was dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a brazen woman in his life.

“You, do you even realize you’re a criminal? Quit complaining and just gobble it down.”

“No. You said you’d save me with your own mouth. Didn’t that mean you’d get me out of this prison?”

Feeling a headache, Dietrich straightened himself from the wall. He kneeled on one knee in front of Seliya, leveling his eyes with hers.

Dressed in Dietrich’s ill-fitting uniform, Seliya stared blankly at him. Upon closer look, Dietrich’s usually impassive brow was ever so slightly furrowed.

Yet, there was no emotion in the red eyes looking at Seliya.

Seliya found this Dietrich fascinating. He was the first man who wasn’t disturbed by her presence.

Famed priests, beasts in the guise of family, nobles, and any man who had seen her even once, regardless of age, lusted and desired her.

Just like the jailer she had seen yesterday. Just like the emperor who died by her hand.

Seliya took a close look at Dietrich’s face. Her gaze swept over his red eyes, which were located neatly beneath his orderly eyebrows, over his sharp nose, and his faintly pink lips that seemed unaware of how to smile.

There was a time when Seliya had looked at the man called the Emperor’s mad dog with colored glasses.
But what she had superficially known and the Dietrich now before her eyes looked entirely like different people.

“My face is not food.”

Dietrich mumbled softly as he tore the bread into pieces. He brought a piece of the torn bread to her lips.

“Eat.”

“…….”

When Seliya didn’t open her mouth and only stared at him absentmindedly, Dietrich’s patience reached its limit.

“Do you want me to feed you mouth to mouth?”

Dietrich said sarcastically. At his words, Seliya suddenly burst into a loud laugh. Her refreshing green eyes, reminiscent of a summer forest, curved into crescent shapes.

In contrast to the laughing Seliya, Dietrich’s face turned icy cold.

Seliya looked at him as if she was immensely entertained.

“If I say I want that, will you really feed me that way?”

Dietrich, who was about to throw the bread he had brought to Seliya’s lips on the ground, stopped himself. To suppress his anger, he turned his gaze away from Seliya and dipped the bread he was holding into the soup.

“Now that I see it, calling you an angel of Brillion was utter nonsense. Even a demon would be less shameless than you.”

“Didn’t you know? That’s just a phrase coined by idiots.”

At Seliya’s nonchalant remark, Dietrich was rendered completely speechless. While enjoying Dietrich’s frozen expression, Seliya took a bite from the bread soaked in the soup.

The scent of the soup filled her mouth, and the bread melted smoothly with it. Dietrich silently watched as Seliya ate the bread like a rabbit.

“Do you want some too?”

Seliya offered the bread she was eating to Dietrich. Looking at her with a completely disgusted expression, he slowly stood up.

The dignified, royal-like demeanor he had shown when they first met in prison had completely vanished. The sight of Seliya, savoring the bread as she nibbled it, looked undeniably like a rabbit.

Of course, Dietrich knew very well that such a feeble rabbit wouldn’t even think of assassinating the emperor.

“……Eat a lot.”

“Aren’t you taking your uniform? It’s yours, isn’t it?”

Seliya asked, her eyes widening, crumbs of bread sticking to the corners of her mouth. Dietrich found this version of Seliya exceedingly annoying.

“It’s annoying.”

“Huh? What’s annoying?”

Seliya tilted her head, appearing puzzled. Her shimmering silver hair cascaded over his black uniform.

Dietrich pointed to the corner of her mouth with his finger.

“……Bread crumbs.”
Seliya wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand upon hearing Dietrich’s words. Dietrich, who disliked irregularities, felt frustrated watching Seliya wipe away the left corner of her mouth that had nothing on it.

“Other side, not there.”

“Ah, is it fine now?”

With crumbs still on the corner of her mouth, Seliya smiled proudly. Dietrich’s eyes deepened with silence.

Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)

One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.

Synopsis:

Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.

Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.

Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.

Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.

There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.