So, does Sicar like me?

It felt strange for no reason when he gazed at me with affection. It was a fluttering sensation in my heart, like the feeling of floating when on a trampoline.

“I feel sleepy, so I should go to bed first.”

As I tried to get up, Sicar grabbed my hand.

“Let’s sleep together.”

“What? Sleep together?!”

Perhaps due to my slightly heated reaction, Sicar looked even more puzzled.

I asked, “What were you thinking to make that kind of response?”

“It was just because I thought you might come into my bed again.”

“No. Aside from that.”

“Aside from that?”

“What were you thinking that made you react like that when I said I think I can be a good husband to you?”

“If it’s not because you want cuteness, don’t fidget around.”

‘Another command.’

Come to think of it, I thought I should change that way of speaking. Since we have to dress as commoners for the coming-of-age festival and pretend to be commoners, it would be awkward to use that kind of tone. Moreover, I couldn’t keep using the command tone with Kian and me.

To get out of this situation and change my way of speaking, I tightened the reins in my mind.

‘I should change that way of speaking starting with the coming-of-age festival.’

“Let’s change that way of speaking.”

Sicar looked at me as if asking, “What are you talking about?”

“Why should I change my dignified way of speaking?”

“Your way of speaking seems too arrogant.”

“I’ve said it before. This is a hierarchical society, and I’ve always given orders since I was born. But it’s hard to accept changing my way of speaking just because you say so.”

Given that your human relationships are very limited and you’ve only conversed with villains like yourself, I’m well aware that your way of speaking is like that.

“I know. In your life, conversations with others were limited to giving orders, instructions, and trades, that’s it. But now you’re the head of a family. You’re a father to a child and a husband to a woman. Of course, even if it’s a disguise, that’s your current position.”

Sicar was looking at me seriously, listening to my words.

“Since you’re listening, let me continue.”

“Go ahead if you’re listening.”

“That’s it! Let’s change that way of speaking. Instead of saying, ‘Go ahead if you’re listening,’ say, ‘Go ahead, you can keep talking.’ Change not only the tone but also the tone very softly.”

Sicar looked at me with an amazed expression. So, I also looked at him that way.

“If it’s related to parenting issues, you said you’d listen to anything.”

“Is this related to parenting?”
“Of course, it’s relevant. Everything I do ultimately contributes to raising Kian well.”

“But I can’t say such cheesy things.”

Is Sicar expressing that it gives him chills from his perspective?

“Fine. Then I’ll adjust it to a level that suits you. Change it to something like ‘Go ahead, you can keep talking,’ instead of ‘Go ahead if you’re listening.'”

Sicar still didn’t respond and just stared at me.

Okay. You’ve probably never heard someone tell you to change your way of speaking. It must be very uncomfortable.

However, I must now tighten the leash. I can’t back down for Kian’s sake!

I recited “Mothers are great” in my mind and glared at him with the meaning of ‘judge me for this.’

“If you can’t even change this much, you’ll lose your qualifications as a father of a household and a woman’s husband!”

Sicar’s gaze was intimidating, and my heart pounded, but I didn’t yield and stared back at him.

Because I was nervous about Sicar’s quirky personality coming out, my whole body felt like it was electrified, but I held my ground.

‘It’s okay. This is a temple. There are priests here who can treat me even if I faint or get a concussion. So, even if Sicar glares at me, I have to endure!’

Sicar, who had been staring at me for a long time, slowly spoke.

“Go ahead if you’re listening.”

Did I mishear him just now?

“What did you say?”

“I said, go ahead if you’re listening. No, go ahead, you can keep talking.”

Sicar’s tone had become noticeably softer. It wasn’t the rigid tone of command.

Just a moment ago, Sicar’s tone was so soft that my tension seemed pointless. Although my heart was about to burst, I kept my composure.

‘I’m fine. This is a temple. There’s also Grandma here. Even if Sicar glares at me, I have to endure it!’

Sicar, who had been staring at me, smiled satisfactorily at my cynical remark.

“Hehe. As expected, you passed at once.”

‘Ah. I should have said something more indifferent.’

We focused on making the hanbok again, and I, weaving the yarn, fell asleep without realizing when.

When I opened my eyes, I was sleeping on the bed, but Sicar, who seemed to have fallen asleep while sewing, was awkwardly holding a cloth in one hand and holding my hand with the other.

I moved to the bed, and he continued sewing for a while, holding my hand before falling asleep. I quietly observed the sleeping Sicar, amazed.

Even with my eyes closed, his long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, straight nose, and sexy, agile lips were like a sculpture.