“I realize you have a lot of different skills, you won't suddenly turn into a humanoid squirrel girl or something, will you?”

  "I don't know where this question came from, but first, I'm a male, and second, I'm naked.

  If I were to suddenly turn into something humanoid, the only thing you'll realize will be my humongous cock-"

  “I can't see anything humongous.”

  “Even magical lamps needs a rubbing.”

  I frowned at Arthur who was still in his cage, “I was actually planning on giving you a lot of rubs, but I seem to have changed my mind,” I said and Arthur waved his little hands.

  “I'm sorry, but my back really aches, if you're thinking of petting me, you can start there.”

  I smiled and picked up the cage. I was about to open it when Nazir grabbed my hand, “My lord, it would make the most sense to open the cage with Lady Aurelia at your side, you underestimate the power of this monster,“ he said with a worried look on his face and I quickly replied, “You underestimate Arthur's intelligence, look,” I unlocked the cage.

  “May I ask you with my whole heart that, are you perhaps have problems in the head?” Art asked as he stepped out of the cage door and jumped on my arm, one of his small eyebrows lifted.

  “Let's say you attacked us and ran away and went through the city into the forest, then what? You couldn't have learned rosarish when you were born, so you know about our life, don't you?

  You know what everything I promised you means.”

  After I said that, he jumped up and sat on my head, his fur and tail felt incredibly sweet.

  “I am hungry,” Arthur said, and Nazir sighed and took an apple out of the basket behind him where we kept food and handed it to me. I took the apple and cut a small piece off with my dagger and when I held out my hand to Arthur he jumped at it. I lowered him to my stomach level and handed him the small piece of apple I had cut.

  Despite his behavior, he was really a very sweet animal... As he ate the piece of apple, I scrunched his back and watched his little eyes close. I did not know how friendly he was, but he was definitely friend shaped.

  When we arrived home after a short ride, Arthur climbed on top of my head again and sat there.

  After the guards at the gate greeted us, we got out of the carriage and as we were about to enter the house we met my mother, she looked at me with a smile and said "Have you found yourself a nice…

  Beast?" and towards the end of her words I caught Arthur at the last moment as he fell from the top of my head to the ground.

  **

  “You actually bought an immigrel? I mean, I can't believe it, you amaze even me, Altevia.

  I've only known 4 people in my entire life who can get along with an immigrel, and you're one of them, congratulations.

  But if this creature hurts anyone or anything, you'll have to let it go, just so you know.”

  My mother and I were sitting opposite each other on the balcony and Arthur was lying unconscious on the table next to us, with a pillow under him. When he tried to read her mind, he tripped over a magical barrier and fainted.

  “Does that mean he can stay with me?”

  Mom sighed, “Yes.”

  I looked at Arthur, who was lying there with one foot in the air, “Don't you think you were a little hard on him?” And she looked at him.

  “It's not something I do on purpose, but mind reading is a spell I hate both using and having it used on me.

  At least he knows not to read my mind anymore.”

  At that moment my hands, arms and even my whole body started shaking, I couldn't think of anything else, I didn't want to, there was only one question that crossed my mind. But I wasn't sure if I should ask and finally I gave up and decided to ask, because it was much better than living in curiosity and uncertainty.

  “Mother, have you ever read my-?

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  **

  "Yes, I've read your books.

  But don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone that my son likes to read girl books."

  I chuckled, though my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and suddenly my head started to hurt a lot. I put my hand to my forehead and leaned back against the table. My mom get closer to me and patted my head, “Are you okay?” she asked and I nodded slowly.

  “I shouldn't have let you go out, come on, you still look sick.” She said as she got up from her chair and helped me up too. She looked at Nazir who was waiting behind the glass door and Nazir came quickly to us, lifted me up and we went to my room.

  “It's just a headache, I don't feel sick,” I said, but my mom brushed my hair off my forehead and kissed me, ‘You rest anyway, I'll bring Arthur to your room,’ she said and left.

  I took a deep breath and pulled the blankets over me, the headache was starting to hit me in the eye.

  **

  I slept better and more comfortably than I had ever slept before. When I opened my eyes I realized it was night, I fell asleep very fast. Normally I could never sleep with a headache, my body loved to make me suffer in this life and before.

  As I slowly rolled in my bed, something tickled my neck, and when I reached out I realized it was Arthur's tail, probably between my body and the blankets, a warm spot for him. Despite his skills, he was an animal after all.

  Arthur's eyes slowly widened and with two small hops he jumped to the top of my head and sat on my forehead, the heat of his body burning my face but I didn't touch him, “You're finally awake,” he said.

  “I'm finally awake?

  How long have I been asleep?”

  “Two days,” he said, and when I sat up suddenly, Arthur grabbed my hair to keep himself from falling and climbed on top of my head.

  “Slow down!” Arthur shouted as I strained my eyes and that's when my mom came into the room. She smiled when she saw me awake and sat on my bed, “You look better.” As she stroked my hair, she held out her hand to Arthur and when Art jumped down she gave him a peanut.

  “I'm sorry, Art said I've been asleep for 2 days but I don't know why.”

  My mom stroked my cheek, “You've been examined by doctors and priests, they all say you're exhausted, they said that what you've been through may have affected you mentally if not physically,” she said and she added, “If you feel good, that's all that matters.”

  I took her hand and kissed it and got out of bed.

  “I want to get some fresh air.” I was about to leave the room when she said, “No, you're going to take a shower first.” She grabbed me by the arm and started to drag me away when I realized Arthur was giggling, then my mother turned to him and said, “Why are you laughing, you live in this house now,” and Arthur started to fly towards us as a purple wave surrounded him.

  The bath did me a lot of good but Arthur didn't seem to like the water very much. It was the first time in a long time that my mother had washed me, she had been very attentive to me, especially now that I was sick. She brought my food, helped me to wash myself and arranged everything for me, down to my clothes and bed linen. I was just like a baby when I was first born, although, no matter how big I got, I would probably always be a baby in her eyes.

  I felt my head hurt again, but this time I kept my eyes closed for a while and the pain went away. I put on my white tunic and gray pants and sat with my mother in the gazebo in the garden. The moon was as spectacular as ever.

  “You love this view,” she muttered.

  “I love it enough to make me worship Lady Diana,” I giggled and she squinted at me. She was about to say something when I added, “But you'd probably want me to worship Lady Morta.”

  “Which god you worship is your concern.”

  She seemed uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to want to restrict me. I smiled and saw my father coming home and when he noticed us he looked at us, smiled and came over and sat down next to us while one of the servants took his coat and went inside. He put his hand on my head and stroked my hair and then pulled me close to him.

  “It's good to see you out of the room,” he said and put his hand on my shoulder.

  “You don't have to worry,” I replied as he looked at me and after my words he played with my hair and kissed me on the top of my head.

  “Yes, you look healthy.

  But how healthy are you?”

  “He just woke up,” my mom said suddenly and my dad looked at her with a smile.

  “So? Sergius leaves in two days, I have to tell him now.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, suddenly looking up and Dad answered, ”Your cousin is going to Xadora on a small errand and he said you can go with him if you want.”

  “Xadora?”

  “Do you want to?” My father asked and I looked down at the floor for a moment and then smiled.

  “Yeah, why not.”

  Arthur jumped on my shoulder and then on top of my head after my answer and my father looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

  “And we said you could have a pet, but I didn't expect you to find an immigrel,” he held out his finger to Arthur.

  Arthur sniffed my father’s finger and he looked at him curiously.

  “What is his name-”

  “My name is Arthur... I think? At least that's what your son calls me.” Arthur said and my father's eyes widened.

  “You speak our language, how old are you?”

  Arthur raised his hands and counted four fingers on his right hand and said, “Four.”

  “You're too young but you're adapting, that's good.” My father scratched Arthur's cheek very briefly, “Alright.”

  Arthur jumped back on my shoulder.

  This little monster... He completely changed his whole personality around my parents.

  While we were chatting I noticed that the servants had prepared dinner and brought it to us, my mother had arranged for it to be served while we were talking. There was even a small vegetable platter prepared for Arthur, which probably greatly reduced his chances of escaping. After a nice dinner with my family, I went to bed and fell asleep with Arthur lying next to my neck.