Sicar, with an expression that seemed to say, “Let’s see if you don’t grab my hand right now,” was reaching out his hand towards me.

At the moment when I wondered why he insisted on holding hands again, as it should be usual, I recalled that he flinched every time I grabbed his hand first.

Thinking about it now, it seemed like he reacted that way because no one had ever held hands with him before.

Anyway, I held Sicar’s hand as he wanted. Not because I was afraid of his intimidating gaze, but because my hand was already held.

When I held his hand, Sicar made the most gentle and soft expression I had seen among everything until now.

In other words, his eye corners, which had always been sharp until now, seemed relatively gentle and soft.

“Look carefully in my memories for something flying in the sky.”

Sicar, with a somewhat probing look in his eyes, slightly furrowed his impression and said, scratching his forehead.

“Flying a child in the air seemed strange… Can’t you demand something more normal?”

Although I knew Sicar’s reaction wouldn’t be normal, I didn’t expect it to be this extreme.

“You probably haven’t played with children before, so it’s very normal. Lord Leidos would have played with the children like that too.”

“Leidos playing with kids like that?”

Sicar looked so suspicious that he seemed entirely incredulous.

“Of course. Good fathers play with their bodies like that. You know very well how good of a dad Lord Leidos is.”

Sicar, after thinking for a moment, sighed softly and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll do it your way. But I won’t have to receive that penalty. I won’t say that off-limits word again, so forget about it.”

Although Sicar acted quite cynically, he eventually accepted my off-limits word.

Still, it means he’s accepting everything I tell him to do.

Now, should I try this too?

“Sicar, now that the sewing is done, can you do some needlework?”

As expected, Sicar, as if telling me to stop saying nonsense, looked at me with a sarcastic, chilly gaze.

“A duke doing needlework. Passing dogs would burst into laughter.”

“I’ll laugh too. Of course, I’ll laugh happily. I’ve never seen a man doing needlework, but I think it would look cool.”

“A man doing needlework is cool…?”

“Yeah. Needlework is a very delicate task. I always thought women’s needlework was beautiful, but if a man does it, it would look cool.”

Sicar had a very perplexed expression. While turning his head as if pretending to be indifferent, he was still looking at the needlework out of the corner of his eye.

Then, Sicar naturally picked up the needle, threaded it, and said.

“I wonder if I can do needlework well.”

It doesn’t seem like he’s asking out of curiosity.
Interestingly, Sicar had become quite skilled at sewing. He sewed meticulously, quickly, and accurately, as if using a sewing machine.

It’s no wonder, given how he was designed when creating the character.

“It’s probably your first time sewing, but you’re surprisingly good at it.”

“I’m relatively good at anything I do for the first time. Remember the kiss we had? I wasn’t that good at it then, right?”

Why is he suddenly bringing that up?

“That… that was a dream!”

“Anyway, even a kiss in a dream can be considered a kiss.”

“It’s not like you’re full from eating in a dream. So, it’s invalid.”

“Your point is valid.”

Completely valid.

Despite some resistance, seeing Sicar eventually follow my words, I felt like I had to acknowledge his liking for me this time.

I extended my head towards Sicar, who was dedicated to sewing like delivering a decisive blow, and said, “It seems like you really like me.”

Upon hearing this, Sicar looked at me as if asking what nonsense I was saying, then resumed sewing without a word.

So, in a word, I was completely ignored.

I poked him in the sore spot, thinking I might loosen the reins a bit if I just said he liked me.

Without retreating, I spoke a bit louder, as if urging him to listen again. “I said a man sewing is cool, and you immediately started sewing. What does that mean?”

However, this time, he continued to sew silently without even looking at me.

I hadn’t expected this reaction. Despite the initial rebellion, he consistently ignored me. I thought if I confessed that he liked me, I could loosen the reins a bit, but it wasn’t as easy as I thought.

Still, now that it turned out like this, I felt a bit provoked. Well then, I had to confirm it again.

I recalled yesterday when Sicar blushed at my thank-you. I spoke a bit louder this time, making sure Sicar couldn’t possibly mishear.

“Thank you for sewing!”

However, this time, Sicar’s ears did not twitch with excitement.

This confirmed that he misunderstood something yesterday. What did he hear yesterday to make his ears turn red?

Sicar merely looked at me with a disdainful expression, and so, this time, the one with the reddened face was me.

And because I raised my voice unnecessarily, I accidentally woke up Kian from his nap. Kian, looking a bit surprised, blinked his eyes open and woke up.

“Oh dear. It seems I’ve napped for a long time.”