Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 150: Side Story: Morin in the Republic of Mara (Part 14)

Chapter 150: Side Story: Morin in the Republic of Mara (Part 14)

"...I’m never know that kind of thing happened to Uncle Qi Yu."

That intense aura of him—maybe that’s where it came from.

One thing was certain: Malvis had a complicated family and a painful origin.

Morin didn’t know if he was glad to have learned all this... but at least he understood now.

"There was a four-year gap between Malvis’s birth and Qi Yu’s resurrection. During that time, Malrik cared for Malvis, but his emotions were a tangled mess. He loved his child—but Malvis was also the reason he lost the one he loved. He didn’t know how to handle it."

"Of course he didn’t," Morin murmured.

"And to make things worse," Nabe went on, "the people in the castle treated Malvis coldly. Malrik himself grew unstable, and some people blamed Malvis for it. Children pick up on that kind of thing more than anyone. Eventually, Malvis stopped speaking altogether."

Morin hated this.

He didn’t want to hear about it more.

Why did Malvis have to suffer like that? He hadn’t done anything wrong.

Without realizing it, Morin was crying again.

Nabe gave a wry smile and passed him a handkerchief.

Morin wiped his tears and glared at him through the fabric.

"It’s everyone else’s fault!"

Nabe nodded his head solemnly. "Yeah. When Qi Yu came back, no one dared treat Malvis that way anymore. Malrik reflected on his actions, and Qi Yu raised Malvis with love. But even so, he couldn’t stay at the castle anymore. So, Malvis spent over ten years at my estate. That’s where he slowly learned to talk to people again."

That didn’t sound anything like the Malvis Morin knew.

Malvis had always spoken with him like it was natural.

He smiled.

He had a kind side—sometimes even a little cute.

He had worried about Morin, hadn’t he?

Back then, Morin hadn’t realized it, but now that he thought about it, Malvis had been... kind.

"To me, he acted completely normal," Morin said.

"He learned to be that way over years," Nabe explained. "He knew that not being able to speak in public would only trouble those around him. So he trained himself to adapt. He’d read up on guests before meeting them, rehearse conversations... You were no different."

"That’s insane..."

It had all seemed so effortless—yet Malvis had worked so hard just to act normal.

"Well," Nabe continued with a crooked smile, "that whole act collapsed pretty quickly after he met you. You were completely different from anyone he’d ever known. Just a few days after meeting you, he came to me all sulky and said, ’I can’t stop thinking about Morin.’ I almost laughed."

He did laugh—playfully, though with a touch of mischief.

But his expression soon sobered.

"He used to hate being touched, you know. Even now, he’s not exactly comfortable with it. He might fake it, but he doesn’t truly enjoy it. Yet with you, just a few days in, everything changed. It was too fast."

"So that’s why... you told him to wait?"

"If it had developed slowly, I wouldn’t have intervened. But then you disappeared for a while, remember?"

"Yeah..."

"Right after that, Malvis came to me. Completely distraught. He told me, ’I’m in love with Morin.’ But what he said next was... too much. I had to stop him."

"...What did he say?"

"He said, ’I want to kill everyone who’s ever touched Morin. I don’t want to return him after the one-year exchange program ends. I don’t even want anyone to look at him. I want to keep him by my side, where no one else can see or touch him—not even Morin himself.’"

Wait. Was he going to get locked up?

Malvis!

Morin sat there, stunned.

There was no way he could say, "Oh, that’s fine."

Nope. No way.

Nabe was definitely right to stop him.

But... wait.

Why didn’t it feel completely awful?

It sounded insanely obsessive. Controlling, even.

Like he’d be robbed of his freedom—his whole world consumed by Malvis.

And yet... the thought of being desired that much, of being loved that deeply—strangely, it didn’t feel entirely wrong.

No. No, no, no. That’s dangerous!

He had to keep his head straight.

He couldn’t just give in to that kind of love...

Right?

"Malvis himself was confused by how strange he felt. That’s why he came to me, not knowing what to do. He even consulted with Qi Yu, and we gave him a condition," Nabe said.

"A condition?"

"To fulfill his duties as the crown prince."

"He is doing that, isn’t he?"

"He still can’t speak in front of a large crowd."

Morin was surprised—but once he heard the story, it made sense.

The old wounds don’t vanish just because they’re hidden.

They still hurt.

"The crown prince is the future king. He must be able to appear before many people and speak with authority. But Malvis can’t do that. When he’s under the gaze of strangers, the words just won’t come. He trembles," Nabe explained. "Qi Yu told him: unless he can overcome that and properly greet your parents, he must give up on those feelings."

"...Wait, does that mean he’s not here right now because—"

"He’s working hard. Both for his responsibilities as crown prince, and to face his trauma."

He’s doing this... for him?

Malvis liked him that much?

Morin’s heart swelled.

He didn’t know what to do—he wanted to see Malvis right now.

He wanted to look into his eyes.

And more than anything, he wanted to tell him properly.

That kiss—it had felt so good.

He’d been happy to hear Malvis say he loved him.

He was sorry for not realizing the importance of touch sooner.

Sorry for not noticing your feelings.

Nabe gave him a helpless smile, seeing him cry and laugh all at once.

"Feeling happy? It’s kind of... intense, you know."

"Yeah," Morin sniffled, "but I’m happy. Do you think I could be someone special to Malvis?"

"You already are," Nabe said with a warm smile. "You’re probably the only one."