After playing a trick on Delia, I felt a bit relieved from the frustration that had been building up.

I never intended to engage in such risky behavior. I had already sought revenge in many past lives, so in this life, I planned to live for myself, not for revenge.

That’s not to say they hadn’t wronged me in this life, but I really had no intention of dwelling on it.

If only Delia hadn’t been so annoying in front of me.

Of course, I only did this because I knew Delia was particularly cowardly and superstitious about ghosts, and had a habit of covering her ears and tightly closing her eyes when scared.

As much as you know me, I know you too.

“Achoo!”

But going outside in thin clothes and barefoot to scare Delia might have been a mistake, as I seemed to have caught a cold.

I hid it, fearing that if others found out, they might wonder how I got a cold and become suspicious.

Fortunately, I didn’t have a fever or feel fluish.

It was just a typical cold with frequent sneezing, an itchy nose, and a slightly sore throat.

‘It’s my first time sneezing this much in my life…’

Usually, when I was sick, I would receive treatment and medicine from Dr. Pesore of the Nirel family.

After trying to calm my reddened nose with a handkerchief, I went to see Laches.

Actually, I was waiting for him to call me, or to naturally run into him…

But strangely, since the last incident, I hadn’t met Laches. Pretending to be considerate, he also reduced the frequency of his visits, so I had to go to him myself.

“I named the hunting dog and the puppy.”

A fireplace much larger than mine was burning brightly.

The cold and chapped feeling in my nose immediately warmed up, lifting my spirits.

“I’m curious about the names.”

Laches, resting his chin on his hand, looked the same as usual. He suppressed the tiredness in his eyes and stood up. Then, he moved to a sofa for receiving guests.

Laches invited me to sit opposite him as he took a seat.

After I bowed lightly and sat down, a butler approached and served tea.

“What are their names?”

Was he just busy recently and that’s why I hadn’t seen him? His skin looked a bit rough, possibly due to lack of sleep.

Laches tilted his teacup, hiding his features in the small cup.

I couldn’t hide my disappointment as I opened my mouth.

“Cream and Cheese.”

“Cough.”

His face reappeared soon after.

Putting down the cup he was about to drink from, Laches cleared his throat a few times.

The butler hurried over, but Laches gestured that he was fine and then asked me.

“Did I hear that right?”

“The big dog’s name is Cream, and the little puppy is Cheese.”

“It wasn’t a mistake.”

Laches tilted his head slightly, repeating to himself, ‘Cream… Cheese…’

‘Does he not like the names?’

They’re pretty though.

But since the dogs had already adapted to the names, changing them now would only create confusion.

“The names are easy to remember, cute, and they suit them, don’t they?”

I quickly tried to convince Laches.

“They do suit them… Sure. It’s unconventional to name an animal that looks half like a monster with such cute names. It has a kind of reverse charm.”

“Reverse charm? I just thought the names suited them…”

“Really?”

Laches and I looked at each other as if surprised.

“Cream is completely white and fluffy. His fur, length, and size are all huge. He’s just like a big cream.”

Laches nodded for me to continue.

“And Cheese is very small. You saw Cheese, right? He’s about the size of my palm.”

I showed my open palms to illustrate how small and precious Cheese was.
Certainly, here’s the English translation of the Korean paragraph:

“The thin, fluffy fur covers Bongbong like cotton, extending over its small ears. The belly is white, but the back and face are brown, which adds to its cuteness. Its eyes and nose are centered, making it look like lovely buttons. So soft, like melting cheese… Oops!”

“Why?”

“…Could ‘Button’ have been a more fitting name?”

Watching me ponder seriously, Laches interrupted with a question.

“Lately, it seems like it’s teething. It keeps biting my hand or trying to chew on things around. Tom said if I let it bite my hand now, its teeth might grow sharp and it could hurt later, so I should train it not to. That’s why I thought I should be firm if something like that happens again.”

Laches replied with a casual “Hmm.”

“But before I could even start training, Cream scolded Cheese first. So, strangely, Cheese stopped doing it. Cream is really smart and clever. She raises Cheese so well. Last time when we were walking, I felt like people might still be scared of them, so I told them to stick close to me, but after that, they stayed by my side without needing a leash…”

Without pausing, I described Cream and Cheese enthusiastically with both hands.

Laches listened patiently, occasionally nodding in response to my story.

“…That’s why I think Cream and Cheese go well together.”

I spoke so enthusiastically and without pause that I was out of breath. I had only intended to persuade him, but I ended up bragging about Cream and Cheese.