Duke, I’m Going To live As A Sheep!

Author: Bonsai Editor: Bonsai

Ch-5.2

In a situation where there was no clear conclusion, I asked with a frown.

“Then why are you here? You said you were a special mercenary.”

“I needed a place to hide.”

Zion said calmly.

“Heterogeneous races are not allowed to enter human dwellings. You have to get permission. Jade’s ranch is a place where permission has already been granted.”

“So what?”

“I had a wound that couldn’t be healed by magic, so I hid quickly, but I didn’t realise you were there.”

So your original intention was to hide here, but you didn’t know the owner was changed.

This was the intention of asking Jade instead of me.

I clearly saw the intent behind his words.

And that someone of a different race attacked him.

“But there’s a problem.”

“What is it?”

“That egg.”

For a man’s hand, a very white and delicate finger points to an egg that sparkles to the point of being burdensome.

I looked at the egg once and Zion once then tilted my head.

“Why? What is this?”

“I mean, I’m sure I hid it well, didn’t I? By the way…”

“By the way?”

His eyes are still red and pretty, but something is terrifying.

My body shuddered for a moment.

I didn’t like the way he looked at me from head to toe, as if he gently measured the prey.

“It was revealed as soon as you touched it. “

“Hey, can you give me a detailed and kind explanation?”

“I mean, the invisibility magic I put on was broken as soon as you touched it. What the hell is that in your hand?”

I was a little dumbfounded by the ridiculous question.

I was feeding and nursing him, but he talks like he’s asking me to take responsibility.

What kind of bullshit is all this?

I wondered to what extent Zion’s personality was flawed.

“I was supposed to be invisible, but as soon as you came in, you pointed out exactly where I was.”

“So what’s wrong with it?”

“No, your eyes are also strange. I don’t feel any magic in your body…”

Zion looked at her very sharply.

It’s very piercing, like disassembling me. Every time I felt that gaze, I just smiled ‘haha.’

If you could find a reason, there would be only one.

‘People like me’ is the outsider in this book.

Or did Freesia have a power she didn’t know about?

Even if there was a hidden power, there is a high probability that she did not know it.

Freesia had hardly ever come out of the duchy except for various social gatherings.

At that time. His mouth moved again.

“So that’s why I’m in a bit of trouble.”

“…….What?”

“The enchantment of the egg must have unraveled and the egg hunters must have known by now where I was hiding.”

“Oh My God!”

Something is ominous.

Somehow, it seems that the ominous prelude to the sound of the following song is ringing in my ears.

It’s like when you rescued a drowning guy, and he wants to get the bag out?

“So…”

Zion lengthens his tongue.

He rested his chin on the table and made eye contact with me.

Then, looking at me, he licks his lips.

“Let me stay here.”

Zion smiled mischievously. [T/N: Why I get novel with shameless mls tch.]

“No.”

I cut it just like that without worrying about 0.1 seconds.

I have no hesitation even in the slightest.

This is my precious ranch.

You’re an uninvited guest, and you’re supposed to be denied when you’re trying to sneak in somewhere.

I even fed you!

But Zion was persistent.

“We’re already on the same boat.”

“What are you talking about, I never put you on a boat.”

“Because I’ve already ridden on it.” -Zion

“If you get on, get off. My boat will only go with me and the sheep.”

I even waved my hand.

Where are you trying to get a free ride after taking the free meal?

“Listen. Evil hordes of eggs will start to roam around the ranch from now on? They won’t back down even if there are no eggs. They will harm you, kill the sheep, skin them, and roast them whole.”

Oh no, that’s cruel!

I can feel the blood on my face disappearing from the realistic description.

Let’s just say that they can hurt me but not the sheep.

My lovely sheep… uh, what’s gonna happen?

Skin them?

Then grilled them?

That’s never going to happen.

I stared at Zion, the origin of that terrible imagination.

“No, what the hell are you aiming for? It’s just a golden egg?”

“This is a dragon egg.”

“Oh, I see. It’s a Dragon egg… what?”

Dragon?