Bluebird Lady and The White Lion Family

 ❈ ❈ ❈ Food? Just then, a natural stomach alarm rumbled from the bluebird’s plump belly. Sophina glanced at them awkwardly. “Twit…” ‘I’m embarrassed, but I’m hungry.’ Sophina jumped from Khan’s hand and glanced at the plate in front of her. Then, she pecked at the fruit contained in it. Maybe because it wasn’t put in a curved plate, the fruit kept rolling around. ‘What’s wrong with this beak?’ The slightly irritated Sophina hunted the fruit in a violent manner. The sweet nectar got on her beak. Seeing this, Khan let out a small laugh and whispered to her son. “Hey, that’s a lot of energy.” Ricardo also nodded silently. Then, while slowly resting his chin, he observed Sophina in earnest. Ricardo’s cool, blue eyes were as calm as a lake in the middle of the day. However, he persistently engraved the appearance of a small bluebird on his mind. Meanwhile, when she was almost finished, she tapped her bulging blue belly with her wings. Then she noticed something strange. ‘What now? This gaze?’ As she was eating, she glanced up at Ricardo. The boy’s expression was still as calm as the well-made porcelain doll. ‘Do you want it?’ Sophina thought of being generous and gave the male lead the sweetest looking blueberries. “Twit!” “Are you giving it to me?” This wasn’t a bug. Sophina nodded gently. Ricardo accepted the fruit with a puzzled expression and swallowed it. “Peel it.” He squinted slightly in one eye and muttered. Contrary to such miscommunication, Ricardo ate up all the blueberries. Ricardo’s expression was already relaxed. His cheeks were nicely plump. His slightly slanted eyelashes shaded below with dancing long shadows. ‘He’s really handsome.’ It must have been said that he was a handsome man a few pages in the original, but it was because he hadn’t taken off his little boy’s appearance yet, so he looked pretty. “It looks like you could shoot a hole through that gaze.” Sopina, startled, quickly turned her head away. Ricardo, just like the first time they met, bluntly threatened. “I think I’ve lost my cheekbone because you’ve been staring at me so much.” “Twit?” Sophina opened her beak wide and raised her voice. ‘The future scammer’s here!’ I mean, where’s the crazy case of getting a hole in the cheeks just by looking at it? “You have to take responsibility, madam.” He spoke in a horrifyingly gentle voice. As if asking something obvious. The red lips rose in a smooth curve. His cool eyes also curved beautifully. It was the most gentle and angelic smile. “Maybe I’ll die of pain.” Ricardo put on a straight, clean expression. It was obviously a calm tone, but it seemed oddly brutal to Sophina. ‘Mother, your son’s trying to rip me off and eat me…’ Sophina flew to her mother to escape from him. She was buried in her mother’s gorgeous blonde hair and stuck out her face. The plump butt of the bluebird, which had not been hidden, twitched. Khan, who couldn’t see it briefly glanced at him. “Son, no matter how much you like it, stop bullying her.” It was sophistry. Of course, Ricardo laughed. “Huh?” “Twit?” Sophina responded in a new high tone. At that fierce reaction, Khan coughed heavily. “Let’s eat.” The sound of rattling tableware roamed around. Khan, who was slicing the steak in a modest gesture, opened her mouth as if ahe had just remembered. “By the way, the wedding would be the day after tomorrow and would be held in the outdoor garden. Like a light feast.” It was said to Ricardo. Because it was something Sophina already knew about. Khan also made eye contact with Sophina, and at first glance he confidently raised her little finger. “I’ll arrange it again later when both of you become adults.” ‘Anyway, at that point it was time for the female lead to appear, so instead we’d be talking about divorce then.’ Sophina hid her cynical innermost thoughts and answered with a lively chirp. “Twit, twit!” “…All right.” Unlike Sophina, Ricardo was late in affirming the rebuttal, scooping up the salad in front of him. Soon, he grabbed the napkin with a graceful gesture and spit the contents out of his mouth. It was as if he was distracted by Khan’s words and ate something he didn’t like. Meanwhile, after the meal. The mother, who had emptied the bowl, drank wine and asked Sophina. “Did you like the meal?” “Twit!” She answered bravely, nodding her head. Then, Khan gently stroked the bluebird’s head with her index finger as if praising her. Sophina left herself to the touch, making a cat-like groan. The mother, who was affectionately stroking her feathers, said goodbye. “See you tomorrow morning, sweetheart.” Now it was time to dive into dreamland. Sophina politely gathered her two wings together. Ricardo, on the other hand, had little movement. ‘Do you guys have anything to talk about?’ Sophina tried to leave the dining room without a second thought. At that moment, Khan stared intently at Ricardo and spoke as if swearing. “Now it’s time to go to bed. Kids.” Kids. She was obviously referring to these two people, Sophina and Ricardo. Ricardo’s eyebrows furrowed. It was clear that he didn’t think he was included in the ‘kids‘ who had to go to bed early. However, Khan snorted regardless. In the eyes of the mother, it’s still ridiculous for her son to pretend to be an adult. Of course, he was faithfully fulfilling his duties as a successor, but just by looking at his appearance, doesn’t the word ‘boy‘ fit perfectly? “You have to do the decency to escort your future wife, don’t you, kid?” His mother made fun of him quite mischievously. Unlike before, she gave her son the authority to escort her daughter-in-law. Ricardo shrugged his shoulders and approached Sophina. That’s how she walked along the corridor alongside Ricardo. Sophina flapped her wings, glancing sideways. The serene eyes like the cold dawn were still there. Ricardo’s eyelashes fluttered tingly, feeling her gaze. “You’re using an amazing ability.” He spoke in a distinctive dry voice. Are you talking about what happened yesterday? He hesitated, not knowing how to react, and he continued speaking without changing his expression. “Are birds supposed to be like that?” “TWIT!” Maybe it’s the bluebird’s unique ability? But he couldn’t be sure as he had never met her kind. Sophina gave the right answer. But hearing the cry, Ricardo came to a clear conclusion. “I don’t know what you’re saying.” There’s no way he could understand the birds chirping. Sophina glanced sideways at Ricardo. ‘I’m not the type of person who would go anywhere and talk about my abilities recklessly.’ In the original, didn’t he despise those who have a big mouth? ‘I thought I could relax a little bit.’ There was a strange silence in the hallway. The two rushed along the hall awkwardly without any conversation. Soon, Sophina’s room was just around the corner. Ricardo pulled something out of his arms and spoke to her. “I think you forgot this…” He wrapped the sky-blue handkerchief around Sophina’s neck with a gentle touch. He tied it meticulously into a ribbon shape. Sophina glanced down at the handkerchief wrapped around her neck in a dainty way. ‘This was a new product I bought?’ It was only then that I suddenly remembered. The fact that she left the laundry basket when she ran away from the male lead. ‘What seemed to be lost, so this was it!’ It was meant to be used as evidence to interrogate the maids. Without any more time to contemplate, Ricardo said to Sophina. “Wouldn’t you say ‘thank you’?” He politely grabbed the doorknob and turned it like an escort. ‘Click‘-, the door opened. Ricardo leaned against the doorway and whispered softly. “It’s disrespectful to my wife.” “Twit?” “I’m saddened by the benefactor who I should repay the favor.” He put his hand on his chest and shook his head. He had a pitiful figure, as if his heart was throbbing in sadness. The trap was that he didn’t look sad at all. ‘Favor? What favor?’ Sophina looked up at Ricardo because she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. “Then sweet dreams.” He squinted and led her into the room. And then closed the door smoothly. Thud- Ricardo, who looked at the tightly closed door, turned his back without hesitation. Only the sound of Ricardo’s footsteps echoed in the hallway with a steady beat. “Oh.” He suddenly stopped and looked down at his right hand. Then he fell deep in thought. “The mark.” The pattern, which creates an important atmosphere, smeared with the scent of Sophina. At that time, it was autumn when Ricardo met a bluebird who was nosy and treated his injury ‘Actually, I don’t really remember much of what happened that day.’ He was seriously injured and bled quite a bit. One thing was for sure… ‘Since then, the bluebird’s energy has begun to flow into this pattern.’ I wonder if we signed a contract without knowing. There was a bit of a rut, but there was no other way to explain why this energy was flowing. Ricardo stared down at the opal-shaped mark on his palm. It was something that would be solved if I learned about it gradually anyway. About this pattern, about that dream, and about that bluebird. So let’s stick together for a while. ‘To repay the grace.’ Ricardo’s face was smeared with a mysterious smile like a spring flower.   ❈ ❈ ❈ The next morning. The mansion was truly peaceful. Sophina woke up earlier than usual and found something. Dry and finely folded clothes and a laundry basket. “Maybe Ricardo brought it?” I thought you only took the handkerchief out of all the laundry, but it wasn’t. I had a strange feeling. Wouldn’t it be even more shocking if someone who seemed unlikely to do so did a good deed? ‘Did you help me? why?’ Ricardo had a strange personality, but he was selfish. Well, I think he was kind to his acquaintances. I didn’t know maybe this was just meaningless kindness. Sophina’s thoughts, which were filled with wonder, slowly eased. ‘Anyway, it’s a good thing for me.’ It was the first time she saw him, and there was no way she could have had an insidious dream. As soon as I came to a positive conclusion, I noticed a small piece of paper sticking out of the clothes. “What’s this?” [I thought my arm was going to fall off from carrying this.] A short note written in bad handwriting that was difficult to interpret. It was clear that Ricardo was the one who had sent it. What the hell does this mean? “Was this a letter threatening to repay the grace several times now? Or a claim for damages?” I’d rather skip this letter. Sophina had goosebumps. ‘I should act as if I didn’t see it.’ She folded the note and gently threw it where it was placed. It was the goal. And time passed and it was the day of the wedding.