Ari

Chapter 95: No Fighting

Dillon and Lowell hugged me tightly while I was crying when Macan entered the room suddenly.

He looked flustered and frozen upon seeing me.

"A-Ari?!" he stammered.

Dillon and Lowell casually stood up and both looked sharply at Macan. I saw his fur rose and his tail froze for a second because of their gazes.

"S-Sorry for barging in. I lost my way and these two suddenly pulled me in," I explained, trying to calm down while wiping my tears.

"Hmm... I see..," he mumbled in a low voice.

His gaze suddenly landed on my neck and his eyebrows furrowed for some reason while clenching his fist. I felt conscious and looked in the mirror.

I gasped and tried to cover my mouth to prevent myself from screaming. I felt extremely embarrassed looking at my neck in the mirror and suddenly threw a sharp gaze on the two culprits.

They looked away trying to evade my gaze while smirking—they looked proud of their masterpiece. I was irritated so I sighed and grabbed a few scarves to cover it and left to return to my room.

As I was about to close the door, someone hindered it, causing me to look back. He looked quite furious while sniffing my scent at a distance.

I stepped back and held the scarves on my neck to prevent him from seeing the marks.

"I wanted to speak with you about an important matter, but I think it would be better for me to take a bath first," I said.

He sighed and loosened up, then covered my ears and let out a "Siren Cry". I couldn't understand why he always covers my ears when he calls for his people. I still can hear the sound he was making.

I was so curious so I asked, "Why do you always cover my ears when you're calling for your people?"

He smiled, kissed my forehead and whispered, "You'll go crazy about me if your ears get exposed from the waves of my voice at a close distance. I don't want to harm you."

I blushed for some reason and felt my heart skip a beat. His people suddenly opened the door widely carrying everything I needed for the bath. I also saw Dillon, Lowell and Macan outside, looking at Dylan intently. He doesn't seem to bother, but it bothers me to see them hostile against him.

I really don't know how to handle these people, they wouldn't be a match for him even if they face him all at the same time. He's an Immortal after all.

I sighed and pushed Dylan to the door after his people finished preparing for my bath, but he didn't want to move.

He suddenly took my hand, kissed it and said, "This servant shall stay and serve you my dear goddess."

The males outside snapped, transformed to their beast form and ran towards him to attack. He just casually raised his other hand while smirking without looking at them and created a barrier against them. The three of them bounced after hitting the water made shield and flew outside.

I got quite irritated from the sight and unintentionally transformed to my passive – aggressive form and pulled my hand back while concentrating my power in my hand and let out a small amount of power to push Dylan away. I tried to control my power so that I won't hurt him, but felt like I overdid it. He flew outside and hit the wall of the corridor.

I gasped upon seeing the cracks on the wall, "S-Sorry. I'll treat you later, after my bath. Not a single soul shall enter my room without my permission starting today until you all manage to get along properly. I hate seeing you all hostile at one another."

They all looked away in guilt with their ears and tails drooping. They looked cute, but I shut the door before them in a hurry to prevent them from seeing me laugh at their appearances.

I locked the door and blocked it with the nightstand and the table to ensure no one would barge in while I was taking a bath. I removed my necklace and clothes and soaked in the bathtub with warm water. I've been taking a bath that way since the day Dylan brought me to the palace, but it still felt luxurious.

I suddenly felt the fluctuation of emotion of my three guardians and saw a light from the gaps of the door. Dylan might have used his power to seal the door because of my scent like he always did every time I take a bath without the necklace.

I took my time cleaning up properly even though I couldn't remove Lowell and Dillon's marks on my neck—I wanted to give each of them a blow on the head because of the marks.

I can still feel their presence behind the door even after my bath so I wore my necklace and a new set of clothes in a hurry before removing the table and nightstand on the door. I opened the door to check how they were and found them sitting in the corridor waiting for me as they all sprung up upon seeing me.

They all looked stunned and flushed, but they begged for forgiveness and promised not to fight in front of me.

I squinted my eyes and asked, "So... You will fight when I'm not around?"

They all looked stunned and instantly rephrased their words, "No! We won't fight anymore, even if you're not around. We promise... Please forgive us."

I laughed and responded, "Good! We are all family. I won't allow any violence within this family. Everyone should talk out any misunderstanding even if it's extremely infuriating."

They all nodded in agreement with my condition so smiled in satisfaction, before pulling Macan in the room. They looked quite confused about my actions. Even Macan was confused and couldn't utter a word despite obediently following me inside the room.

"I need to talk to Macan! No eavesdropping!" I shouted as I shut the door before their eyes and locked it inside.

I suddenly realized that the room was still messy and mumbled, "Gosh! I forgot it's still a mess."

I walked and sat on a cushion in front of the bed while still pulling Macan's hand.

He looked quite flustered and was covering his nose so I sniffed myself as I let go of his hand, trying to figure out the problem, "Do I stink? What's with your reaction?"

He looked down as he knelt on the cushion in front of me while blushing.

"Sorry, Arhi. Your pheromones still linger in the room. It's hard to keep it cool," he said without hesitation.

I was speechless on the words of choice he used. I already had a suspicion of his real identity, but I couldn't bring myself to overlook the matter any longer.

I felt a mix of emotions that confused me. I felt happy that someone I knew from my past life was reborn in this world, but felt terrified knowing the possibility that he died too. I had a lot of questions in my mind so I didn't know what to ask first.