So Sixx ended up spending his time helping with the chores at Cage Mansion. Since Madam Isabella only gave him relatively simple tasks, there was no aggravation in the wound on his side, and Sixx wasn’t bored at all. Moreover, moving his body like that actually put his mind at ease. It felt burdensome to just lie in bed all day and be waited on by others, something he had never imagined. He wasn’t a prince of any country. Malon seemed to notice that Sixx was doing chores, but judging from the lack of comments from him, it didn’t seem to bother him much. It was just that the time he spent patting Sixx’s head in the morning seemed a few seconds longer. Of course, for Sixx, it was a rich reward.
***
One day, Patrick came looking for Sixx who was hanging white laundry. It was to inform him that Malon would be staying at the mansion tomorrow, so he didn’t need to get up early. Sixx felt his heart flutter inexplicably. Being able to stay in the same space with Malon all day. Of course, Malon would be too busy to spend time with him, but just being under the same roof made Sixx very happy. Even though he had gone to bed early that day, Sixx woke up right on time like a ghost. Knowing that he wouldn’t see Malon even if he went out, Sixx put on a cardigan and went out to the front hall. Somehow it felt like he had to.
The front hall was empty. Usually, Malon’s subordinates in black suits or the household servants would be bustling around preparing to see Malon off, but today, not a soul was in sight, as if they had been allowed to sleep in. Sixx stood by the entrance as if by habit. Enduring the chilly morning breeze seeping through the crack in the door usually resulted in compensation for early rising.
“You didn’t hear from Patrick that we weren’t going out today?”
Yeah, Malon’s voice would suddenly come from above like this… Wait, it’s real! Sixx blinked in surprise. It wasn’t a dream. It was really Malon. Unlike usual, he stood in front of Sixx wearing a black robe. With a rather tired expression, he had a cigarette in his mouth.
“M-Malon?”
“Your surprise tells me the message was delivered properly. But why are you out here?”
“My eyes opened on their own…”
“You could go back to sleep, you stubborn kid.”
Despite the harsh words, Malon’s large hand rested on Sixx’s head. While enjoying his touch, he suddenly furrowed his brow and rounded his forehead. Was there a problem? He had said he noticed him sneaking glances, but did he really catch Sixx’s gaze to the point of being annoyed?
“My dedicated pillow is out of commission, so I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Well, I am used to it though.”
“P-Please use me! I can still turn into a wolf. If Malon wants, anytime—”
“I have no intention of doing that.”
As if signaling the end of the conversation, Malon’s voice was firm, and Sixx couldn’t argue further and lowered his tail. Malon told him to go back inside and disappeared down the corridor after giving Sixx’s shoulder a gentle tap.
He forced himself to sleep in bed. When he woke up again, it was already morning. As usual, he went downstairs to the kitchen. Perhaps because it was a large mansion, tasks piled up like mountains every day. Madam Isabella, who was clearly in charge of everything and gave orders here and there, seemed incredibly formidable. In the morning, Sixx was asked to prepare food ingredients, and in the afternoon, to clean up the fallen leaves in the garden. It might sound trivial to sweep leaves, but in reality, the garden was so vast that it was impossible to finish in a day. Whether Madam Isabella knew this or not, she kindly allowed Sixx to continue until the next day. Armed with a broom longer than his height, Sixx swept the fallen leaves on the lawn. A chilly breeze from somewhere tousled Sixx’s hair.
The deserted garden felt desolate enough to be barren. The only things present were the sound of rustling leaves and the wind, making it feel like being in a desert. The sounds from the mansion didn’t reach here… Sixx looked around the mansion lost in thought. Was Malon really inside? Surely he wouldn’t come out of his room because he was busy with important matters… Still, Sixx wanted to see him.
“Hey, you there!”
Lost in thought, Sixx heard a voice from behind. Startled, he jumped.
“M-Me?”
Standing about ten steps away from the main gate, someone was calling out to Sixx. It was a young man.
“Yeah, anyone else here besides you! Hey, come here.”
Although the man’s sudden appearance was suspicious, Sixx couldn’t ignore being called like that and reluctantly approached. The man smiled awkwardly.
“You listen well. You’re the one working here, right? Heard my brother’s at home today, is that true?”
“Brother? Um…”
Unable to figure out who he was talking about, when Sixx asked, the man punched his chest as if bursting inside.
“Why did Isabella hire a useless guy like you? Who’s here besides my brother Malon Cage!”
Sixx’s mouth fell open in surprise. Referring to Malon as ‘brother’… Could this person be Malon’s brother? Did Malon have a younger brother? Facing Malon’s sudden brother, Sixx felt extreme confusion. But he didn’t resemble him at all. This person had brown hair, a completely different impression… Feeling stifled standing there, Sixx was urged on by the man again.
“If you understand, go quickly and tell my brother that his cute little brother has come to visit.”
“B-But…”
Asking someone else about Malon’s whereabouts seemed like a viable option, but Sixx couldn’t be sure if it was okay to disturb him. Hesitating, when Sixx turned to leave, the man openly rolled his eyes and yelled, “Quickly!” in a screeching voice.
Eventually, Sixx returned to the mansion. Cynthia, who happened to be cleaning the hall, audibly sighed when she saw him. She instructed Sixx to go to the study directly because the master was there and to deliver the message in person. Although Sixx headed straight to the study, he felt uneasy about the meaning of that sigh. Now, just around the corner was the study. As Sixx was about to turn, a thunderous shout erupted from beyond.
“It’s ridiculous that a perfectly healthy man is dead! It makes no sense!”
It was undoubtedly Malon’s voice. Sixx cautiously peeked around the corner to assess the situation. The study door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, someone was standing there, probably Patrick.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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As the chilling content was accentuated by the hoarse voice, a sense of terror crept over Sixx. Apart from the day they first met, Sixx had never seen Malon this angry. His voice became calmer as time passed, but it wasn’t because he regained his composure; rather, it seemed he grew angrier. Like magma simmering slowly inside a volcano before eruption, he seemed to be waiting for the right moment to unleash his anger. Waiting for the target to enter his territory. Amidst the silence, only the sound of Malon tapping on the armrest of his chair echoed. Tap, tap, tap… Sixx swallowed hard. When should he go out and talk?
“The fact that Hugo, that bastard, was a traitor is strange enough. Unless he had some guts, he wouldn’t dare touch me. But, I never felt such audacity from him before.”
“Hawk, it’s too early to draw conclusions…”
“No, I’m sure. Damn it, if I knew it would end up like this, I would have spared that cowboy’s life. But, to die so suddenly! Damn it. Who do they take me for? Not even showing a hint of animosity towards me… Should I just sit back and take this treatment?”
“How about I inform the boss?”
“If he hadn’t been involved, I wouldn’t ask for anything more. Well, forget it. I can see the big picture now. I know exactly whose head I need to hit. Ha, it’s heartwarming to see family members so considerate of each other. Very touching, Pat?”
Although Malon’s face wasn’t visible, his palpable anger was evident. Patrick wisely remained silent. Once again, silence ensued, and Sixx realized it was time to quickly leave the corridor and lightly knock on the slightly open door of the study. It would be troublesome if they started another conversation.
“Who’s there?”
“It’s Sixx. I have something to tell you.”
“…Come in.”
It seemed like a somewhat unexpected visit for him. Sixx entered cautiously. Malon was seated in the black leather chair behind the desk, and Patrick stood in front of him with a troubled expression. Sixx approached the desk carefully. There was definitely a colder atmosphere than usual in the room.
“What’s the matter?”
“While I was cleaning the garden, someone claiming to be Malon’s brother came to visit. I, well, I don’t know much about Malon’s family… so, I came to deliver the message.”
“He said he’s my brother?”
“Yes. He had brown hair, was tall, and seemed confident…”
As Sixx continued his explanation, Malon’s face grew increasingly grim. He seemed to resemble someone who had heard that a blood enemy of his parents had arrived. The man who claimed to be his brother had a very different reaction from someone addressing him as “brother,” leaving Sixx utterly confused. Wasn’t he a very welcome guest to Malon…?
“Haha, a brother. Well, if my brother’s looking for me, I suppose I should meet him. Guide that damn bastard here, Sixx. Patrick, you wait nearby; I’ll call you again later.”
Sensing Malon’s discomfort, Sixx nodded quickly and hurried out of the study. Were they really brothers? The situation just got worse! The man’s appearance was of no help to either Malon or Sixx. It even reached a point where he felt resented. As he didn’t often see Malon, he wanted to make him feel as comfortable as possible while he was home… Patrick patted Sixx’s slumped shoulder reassuringly. It’s not your fault, Sixx. However, it didn’t offer much comfort.
Feeling like he had made the guest wait too long, Sixx quickly headed to the front door. The man lingering outside the front door complained about why Sixx was so late. Perhaps because he was Malon’s brother, he seemed less mature than his elder brother. Sixx nodded and opened the door.
“I’ll guide you to the study.”
Without responding to Sixx, the man started whistling. He seemed strange. Sixx led him into the mansion. As soon as they entered the foyer, the man started marveling at the house and moving around busily. Despite being siblings, it seemed as if he was setting foot in the mansion for the first time. Perhaps their relationship wasn’t very good? It was a bit strange to Sixx, as the only siblings he knew were very close. Sixx cautiously glanced at the man who was carefully observing the lion sculpture near the stairs. There was no resemblance to Malon from head to toe.
“Hey, come over here.”
The man who had been squatting on the floor, examining the lion’s face, suddenly called out to Sixx. Though he didn’t want anything to do with this unrelated man’s demands, Sixx couldn’t refuse the command of someone claiming to be Malon’s brother, so he eventually walked over.
“Yeah, what… ugh!”
The man’s hand shot up, grabbing Sixx’s collar abruptly. Sixx, lifted into the air in an instant, squirmed in confusion, but the man looked down at him without blinking. His gaze was chillingly intense, far from the casual demeanor he had just displayed. What’s going on, did he suddenly snap? Dealing with a transformed man would be simple, but he hesitated to confront him out of nowhere in a non-circus setting. The man groped Sixx’s face with his other hand, the touch slow and deliberate, like touching a statue.
“So, you’re the kid my brother’s been periodically looking for? The one from the circus? Unbelievable, now they’re bringing you home? Some useless bug nobody’s ever heard of?”
Flames seemed to flicker in the man’s eyes. Damn, this dirty son of a… The man spat out his words as if chewing them up. Sixx couldn’t fathom why he was being targeted, but from some of the words, it seemed like he was referring to Sixx. Sixx struggled to pry the man’s hand off his collar, but his fingers didn’t budge. Whispering like a ghost, the man continued.
“Right. Your hair’s supposed to be as white as a full moon, isn’t it? No matter how I look at it, it’s not you, is it?”
“Ugh, what does that have to do with you…!”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with me? He’s my brother, isn’t he? If the underboss of the organization brings home a guy, especially a circus brat, what do you think will happen to my brother’s reputation? Apart from father, there’s no one in the organization who dares to say anything to my brother, but originally, it’s a matter that would greatly affect his standing, you know?”
So, it’s better for me to deal with you here… The man muttered, then suddenly twisted his hand into Sixx’s neck. Gasp! As Sixx choked and writhed, the man chuckled, mocking Sixx’s plight. Oxygen deprivation was causing his vision to darken. No, this can’t go on. To survive, I have no choice but to… transform into a wolf…
“That’s enough. Your brother is waiting inside; you should go see him quickly.”
At that moment, someone grabbed the man’s wrist. It was Patrick. The pressure seemed to drain from the man’s grip. I-I’m alive… Released from his grasp, Sixx collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Meanwhile, the man, irritated by the interference at a crucial moment, glared at Patrick as he bit his tongue.
“Tsk, of all times to intervene. Patrick, who are you to meddle?”
“Come this way, please. I’ll guide you instead.”
In the face of the man’s hostile attitude, Patrick remained unfazed. Whether he thought the opportunity had already passed when he was caught, the man simply followed Patrick obediently. Are there really people like that…? Sixx continued to sit on the floor, staring blankly in the direction of the study even after they disappeared. Is it okay to bring such a violent and aggressive person to Malon? Surely it wouldn’t go that far with Malon? While Sixx was audaciously worrying about Malon, Patrick returned. He lifted Sixx from the floor, brushed off his clothes, and asked if he was okay.
“It’s, it’s okay…”
“Sorry. I underestimated you and thought I wouldn’t recognize you. I knew that guy had an obsessive temperament, but I didn’t know he had such detailed information about you.”
“Is he really Malon’s brother?”
“Luca Pellegrino? Yeah, technically he’s the boss’s brother.”
Pellegrino? Not Cage? Why is the surname different even though they’re brothers? And what does ‘technically’ mean…? Amidst the mounting questions, it was clear which one to ask first. With a sinking feeling in his heart, Sixx formed the question on his lips.
“…Am I causing harm to Malon by staying here?”
Unaware that he would ask that, Patrick furrowed his brow, pondering.
“I can’t detail the organization’s rules to an outsider, but this side of the world is a bit conservative. It’s a situation prone to misunderstandings in many ways. However, you don’t need to worry. Hawk will take care of it, so you don’t need to think strangely.”
“But…”
“It must have been tough for you too. Just go to your room and rest for today. Okay?”
Patrick’s tone was affectionate, but Sixx quickly realized that his words were more like a disguised command than a suggestion. As Patrick expressed in a roundabout way, Sixx was an outsider, a temporary guest in the mansion. He understood that Patrick was subtly telling him not to get more involved in the organization’s affairs, and obediently retreated to his room.
As he sat by the window, looking out at the garden, the peace was so profound that it almost felt like the earlier threat to his life had been a lie. Despite the chilly breeze blowing in, Sixx didn’t close the window. Cooling his complicated thoughts with the chilly wind didn’t seem like a bad idea. How much time had passed? He noticed a tall figure walking towards the gate. Luca Pellegrino. Was he done talking with Malon and leaving? As he watched Pellegrino’s diminishing figure, he suddenly turned back, lifted his head, and looked directly at where Sixx was. It felt as if he had known all along that Sixx was there. Then, his lips slowly formed a smirk. Was he seeing Sixx’s surprised face? He even winked playfully. What, what was that…? Shocked, Sixx’s mouth hung open. A black sedan was waiting at the gate. Pellegrino got in, and the car swiftly departed.
***
In the afternoon, a doctor suddenly arrived. Probably sent by Patrick. Hearing that his throat was already sore, he asked Sixx to open his mouth wide and say “ahh”. As instructed, a small flashlight examined Sixx’s throat. It’s a bit swollen, the doctor diagnosed. It might be better to avoid shouting for a few days. He also asked to see the wound on his side. This one… seems to have healed considerably. He seemed somewhat surprised. Still, don’t overdo it. After applying ointment and changing the bandage on the wound, he left. It had been a long day. After dinner, night fell quickly. Since Sixx had to wake up early again to see Malon off, he settled into the plush bed, feeling so accustomed to it that if someone hadn’t knocked on the door, he would have lifted his other leg up too.
“…Madam Isabella?” Surprisingly, Madam Isabella was standing outside. It seemed she had come to hear about today’s events. Despite Sixx’s feeble excuse that it wasn’t a big deal, she nudged him, saying, “How startled you must have been… Don’t wake up early tomorrow; get a good rest. Understand?”
“I’m really fine. And if it’s not in the morning, I won’t have a chance to see, I mean, Mr. Cage…”
“…Dear, could you spare a moment? I wish you could come to the kitchen with me.”
Though it was a somewhat sudden request, Sixx had no reason to refuse, so he followed her to the kitchen. Madam Isabella sat Sixx down hesitantly and hurried into the kitchen. She reappeared precisely five minutes later, this time holding something. Two mugs were placed on a silver tray, filled with white liquid emitting wisps of steam. And judging by the pleasant and inviting aroma that tantalized Sixx’s nose, it was probably…
“I heated some milk and added a bit of honey. It helps you sleep like a baby, and you have sweet dreams too. I’ve heard plenty of testimonials. Have a drink and get some rest. You’ve had a hard day.”
“T-Thank you. But why two cups…?”
“Bring one to Malon too. He definitely won’t sleep yet.”
“Eh? For Malon?”
“This used to be Malon’s favorite when he was young. Well, nowadays, a glass of alcohol might help him sleep better than warm milk, but it’s been a while, so who knows. If he doesn’t want it, just leave it there. And while you’re at it, don’t plan on waking early tomorrow morning. Just greet him now and come back.”
“B-But… you might find it bothersome,”
“He’s probably lost in thought right now, so cutting that off for a while wouldn’t hurt.”
Lacking the skill to resist the stubborn Madam Isabella, Sixx eventually found himself carrying the silver tray to Malon’s study. A quiet corridor. The only sound filling the space was the sound of his footsteps. Sixx hesitated in front of Malon’s study for a while. Could he be disturbing him?
“Come in.”
After hesitating, he knocked, and surprisingly, permission was granted promptly. Malon was lying on the sofa, smoking a cigarette. It seemed that this wasn’t his first cigarette of the day, as the room was filled with the pungent smoke. However, he didn’t expect his visitor to be Sixx. With a slightly surprised look, he raised an eyebrow, staring directly at Sixx standing by the door.
“Is this at Madam Isabella’s request?”
The tray in Sixx’s hand seemed to serve as an answer. Nodding, the command came from Malon to sit on the single sofa opposite him. Sixx set the tray down on the low table and took a seat on the sofa. Malon slowly sat up, snuffed out his cigarette on the ashtray, and spoke.
“Warm milk. It’s been a while.”
Breaking Sixx’s expectation of not being touched, Malon picked up the mug and sipped the milk. Curious about the taste, Sixx picked up his own cup. The sweet and nutty milk suited Sixx’s taste perfectly. Malon said he didn’t like sweets, but this seemed okay. Was it because Madam Isabella made it…?
“Pellegrino choked you, right? You called a doctor; did you get a proper examination?”
It wasn’t Patrick who called the doctor, but Malon!
“Ah, yes. Thank you. I’m really fine now.”
“You always say you’re fine. You’ll get tired of hearing that you’re not cute like a kid.”
“Uh, well…”
“Well, I don’t really understand not finding children cute. Oh, and Pellegrino spewed some nonsense, didn’t he? Ignore it. He’s just a guy who talks nonsense and isn’t worth listening to.”
It was a problem that was difficult to ignore, but Sixx nodded awkwardly. Malon, who seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation about the man named Pellegrino, sealed his lips on that topic. After a moment of silence, Malon brought up a completely different topic. It was unexpected for Sixx.
“Hey, did you try to turn into a wolf earlier?”
How did he know? Sixx nodded. If Patrick had been a second later to rescue him, Sixx would have turned into a wolf and subdued Luca Pellegrino. Maybe he wouldn’t have attacked, but still.
“You might find me amusing to say this, Sixx, but it’s better if you don’t casually turn into a wolf anywhere. It’s unavoidable if you’re in a life-threatening situation, but it’s better not to do it if you can help it.”
Originally, Sixx never transformed into his wolf form outside of performances because he didn’t particularly like the wolf appearance. But Malon seemed to suggest that it wasn’t simply a matter of Sixx’s preference. Unable to understand the reason, Sixx blinked without responding, and Malon sighed deeply as if troubled.
“Pat mentioned something like that. In fanciful tales, they call those who transition between wolf and human races ‘werewolves,’ don’t they? Honestly, if someone claimed such beings existed, no one would believe them. I’ve seen your performances, but until I witnessed your transformation up close, I simply thought it was a trick. I thought you swapped with the wolf somehow during the performance. Once people know about your existence, someone will surely covet you. Then, it won’t be easy to witness a good outcome.”
In truth, even hearing such words didn’t make it feel real. Until now, Sixx had encountered few people who didn’t just avoid him but showed him kindness. Most either avoided him altogether, or those who approached were rare. He only had a couple of friends. Perhaps it was due to his timid and indecisive nature, but he always thought it was because he was the most monstrous of all monsters. But to think people would suddenly covet him if they found out he was a monster… It was simply unbelievable.
“That repulsive ringmaster hasn’t sold you off yet; it’s quite astonishing. Perhaps it’s a ploy to maximize your value. It’s obvious what someone obsessed with money would think.”
The ringmaster casually interjected that he had raised Sixx despite knowing it was a loss. Even now, although he had a role on stage, he couldn’t dance, perform acrobatics, or engage with the audience before, so he was no help to the circus. But it was hard to believe he had been keeping Sixx around just to increase his value. Malon seemed to be overestimating Sixx. Though he couldn’t dare to say it out loud, it was the truth.
“It seems you’re not convinced.”
“N-No, it’s not that—!”
“Well, it’s good to keep it in mind. There’s nothing as foolish as revealing the cards you hold.”
“Yes, understood…”
Sixx emptied the last remaining gulp of milk. Though he heard today was supposed to be a day off, Malon still looked worn out. It seemed he couldn’t sleep well. Now that he had drunk the milk, it would be good if he could get some sleep. I should recover quickly too, he thought to himself, but then he was told to leave by Malon. Sixx left the room with an empty cup and a tray with only three cups remaining. When he went to the kitchen, Madam Isabella was not disappointed by Malon leaving some milk behind, but rather surprised that he had even tasted it a little. She teased Sixx, saying it must have been because he was there, but Sixx sincerely applauded. It was such an absurd inference. Just because Malon drank the milk that he hadn’t touched. Of course, it must have been because Madam Isabella made it, he joked, and Madam Isabella seemed subtly pleased.
***
After a holiday-like day passed, days similar to before continued. Fresh skin faithfully covered Sixx’s wounds. He felt that the day to return wasn’t too far off now, but he thought it wouldn’t be bad to return to the circus before he got too accustomed to this life. Whether it was long or short, it was an escapade. However, it was evident that it would become an unforgettable memory for a lifetime. Each day was filled with so many good things that he felt a strange sense of suffocation. When else could he live such a hospitable life! He could greet Malon every morning, have freshly baked warm bread and fresh ham served at meals, work that even children could easily do, and people would smile kindly and say thank you for his efforts. It was a dream-like life. However, at the same time, he was afraid of overflowing happiness. No matter how good this place was, Sixx couldn’t stay here forever. His home was the circus. He disliked the ringmaster who destroyed his treasures, including the stage and the stale bread, but he couldn’t deny that it was the place that suited him best. He had listened to the ringmaster’s words until his ears wore out. A fish couldn’t live on land. Whether it was a clean river or stagnant water, if it wasn’t in the water, it would die. Sixx knew that too. He had to return soon.
As the day of his return approached, Sixx felt a bit melancholic. Knowing something in his head and feeling it in his heart seemed to be two different matters. While wiping the leaves of the plants as Madam Isabella had requested, he suddenly felt a presence. Standing in front of him was a woman he had never seen before. Sixx quickly realized that she was not someone from this mansion. Every place had its own scent, but there was not even a hint of the scent that someone from this mansion would carry emanating from her. Odd. He hadn’t heard anything about a visitor today. And how on earth did she manage to get inside?
“Excuse me, I have a question.”
“Yes?”
“Is Mr. Cage not here?”
“He hasn’t returned yet. And who are you?”
As Sixx responded sharply, the woman seemed surprised, covering her mouth slightly and blinking her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered like trembling. However, Sixx didn’t step back at all. If she turned out to be suspicious, he intended to immediately chase her out of the mansion. After a few seconds of exchanging glances, the woman smiled, closing her eyes. Though she seemed to be the one who had backed down first, Sixx’s heart didn’t ease.
“It seems I’ve come too early. I have an appointment with Mr. Cage today.”
An appointment? At this late hour? Moreover, Malon didn’t usually welcome outsiders into this house… It was an explanation that didn’t make sense. The woman still looked at Sixx, who remained suspicious, and chuckled, “Well, it seems I’ve arrived too early after all.”
As you might have already seen, I changed Malone’s name to Malon already. We will go with this name from here on. So sorry for the inconvenience. Also, Malon’s little brother calls Malon, Hyung, but I kept it as brother because they are all foreigners here so it would seem a bit out of place and also since I’m not using any other Korean honorifics here. If you’d like, I can keep Hyung as it is.
I say go with your instincts, translator-nim! You’re translation is always so good.
Thank you so much for the translations! I love this story sm 🥺💕
Thank you for the chapter !💓
also i do prefer the idea of leaving korean honorifics out since it’s western setting 👍
Exactly