Chapter 55.2

Kevin's heart was in turmoil. He did not speak. But he understood that Oswald yearned for to be close to him, to touch him, to kiss him.

He had never thought that Oswald would feel this way about him. He was flattered, but he was also afraid. He did not know how to respond.

He was afraid of what Oswald would think of him. He was afraid of getting hurt.

So he kept his feelings to himself. He pushed Oswald away, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

The always proud emperor's voice was now hushed, and Kevin was reminded of when he first became a Sirius.

The aloof beast would kneel before you, lowering its body with its front paws, and allow you to step on its back. Such a gesture from such a beast did not feel humble at all, but it was irresistible.

Similarly, heartbreaking words now came out of Oswald's mouth, whispering in Kevin's ears. The body was tightly strangled, as if the bones were attached to the chest, speaking to the beating heart.

Kevin could not bring himself to say the word "no."

But Kevin knew that he could not keep this up forever. He had to face his feelings, one way or another.

He was silent for a moment, and then said, "I want to ask a somewhat ridiculous question: Why?"

Oswald paused for a moment, then sighed helplessly. "It's really ridiculous. If I knew why, I would have braked as soon as possible, and nothing would have happened."

Kevin agreed. "I think so too."

As soon as these two sentences were said, the atmosphere in the room lightened considerably.

The embarrassment and discomfort that had lingered for a moment dissipated, and the two people who had seemed so out of sorts with each other just moments before gradually found their usual rapport.

Kevin sighed and said, "I've been thinking about it, and I don't think there's anything special about me. I'm just a god who likes to beat you up and get mad at you. What do you think?"

"You seem just as self-aware as always," Oswald casually remarked.

After a moment of silence, he reflected on the actions of his subordinates and realized they had accomplished nothing but causing trouble.

Searching for scolding, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, saying, "Who knows, even if I'm possessed by a ghost, it has come to this. Masochists are masochists, after all."

Once the emperor starts to make a mess and destroys everything, it's unlikely things will improve. The lost reputation can't be regained.

"You..." Kevin hesitated for a moment before speaking. "You're making quite the leap. How can someone who used to be interested in young girls suddenly become interested in tough men? You have everything you could ever want. What else do you desire?"

Upon hearing this, Oswald couldn't help but grit his teeth in frustration. "Which eye of yours saw me interested in young girls?"

"Then you used to be interested in men?" Kevin was even more surprised, "Hiss—don't bite me with your front teeth."

"Go fart!" Oswald thought with a broken mind.

Confessing like this, there probably isn't a second person in the world who would confess to someone so unworthy! "Shut up already, I've never liked anyone! Neither girls nor boys!"

Kevin fell silent.

Oswald waited silently, bracing himself for what was to come.

It was the first time in his life that the usually prideful emperor would sacrifice his own dignity for someone like this bastard. Just thinking about it made Oswald feel like he had terrible luck.

But what else could he do?

Although he could now silence others with just his words and nightmares seemed like a thing of his past life, the heart-wrenching sadness from the dream hadn't fully faded.

The thought that this bastard wasn't all-knowing and might end up being fatally wounded and dying brought pain and fear, entwined like gangrene.

Necrosis had climbed from his toes to his skull, and Kevin still didn't speak.

Oswald couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and ask, "Why are you so silent?"

Kevin, with a toothache, replied, "Didn't you just tell me to shut up?"

Oswald: "..."

"You still haven't answered my question, do you even have an answer?!"

Asking such a question in a tone that screamed "I really want to kill you" showcased the emperor's talent in many ways.

The cunning Excellency Fassbender tried to divert the topic, but failed. He attempted to wait for either himself or the emperor to die of anger, but also failed. Finally, he stopped playing dead and faced the problem head-on.

He pondered for a moment and, in an unusually serious tone, said, "I don't reject you, but I can't establish the kind of relationship you want with me."

Oswald's heart pounded heavily, so much so that even Kevin could feel it.

"Why?" Oswald's tone was defeated, and even his four paws drooped in discouragement.

"Because of your recent behavior, I feel like I have to be more cautious. Until I am at least equal to you in status, even if we establish a relationship, it won't be stable because it's too inappropriate," Kevin explained.

"I would feel like a scumbag who manipulates someone's feelings. I consider myself a bastard and deceitful, and that scumbag label is too heavy. I don't want to wear it."

Oswald's eyes began to regain their sparkle, and he lifted his head to gaze at Kevin with transparent eyes. "So you also have feelings for me?"

Kevin: "...how did you come to that conclusion?"

"Never mind, it's just what I think," Oswald declared firmly.

Kevin pondered for a moment before saying, "You should think about it again. At least wait until you know me completely, and then—"

Before he could finish speaking, the underground palace suddenly shook, causing a layer of dust to fall.

"What's happening?" Oswald covered Kevin with his paws, shielding him from the falling debris, and looked up warily at the ceiling.