AHEIAID Chapter 12: Mua~
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The language of the Ottomans is indeed beautiful, but also quite a tongue twister.
However, Joey was no fool—mimicking a simple name was well within his abilities.
Calling out "Garius" was merely a way to express intimacy in front of outsiders and prevent Garius from being put in a difficult position by the Animal Protection Association.
Yet Joey never imagined that uttering a single name would lead to such a strange turn in his interactions with Garius!
The sky was clear and bright.
Beneath the vast blue sky, Joey sat on Garius's lap, expressionless, watching a unicorn-like white horse graze. His small head rested against the firm lines of the man's chin, while cool nasal breaths brushed against his soft hair.
From time to time, something even cooler and softer would briefly touch the back of his head.
That sensation—it felt just like the full, beautifully shaped lips of a certain man.
Every little action from Garius exuded pure joy.
Even when a few strands of golden hair draped over Joey’s cheek and tickled him, forcing him to grab and tug at them in irritation, the usually aloof man merely indulged him.
Joey, having been hugged, snuggled, and lifted high into the air, could almost see Garius’s favorability toward him skyrocketing from a single-digit number to double digits!
The master-pet relationship was heating up at an astonishing rate!
And in truth, Garius was in an excellent mood.
Initially, he had only taken in Joey because the little human had inexplicably "recognized" him as a master. If he hadn’t adopted Joey, the fragile creature might not have survived. Out of a sense of responsibility, he had taken him in.
But then he had accidentally hurt him.
The little one had been severely injured.
Garius had expected Joey to fear and resent him, to shrink away in a corner and regard him with wary hostility.
But instead, the moment he crouched down, the delicate little human had rushed straight into his arms, eyes filled with reliance and affection, clinging to him even more than before.
At that moment, Garius's heart was struck with an unfamiliar, powerful emotion—he suddenly realized just how adorable humans could be.
Their fragile bodies, like their emotions, were so passionate and soft.
And as a man who had never owned a pet before, Garius found himself experiencing an unexpected surge of joy and pride.
It was like watching other seasoned pet owners painstakingly choose high-bloodline pets, researching endlessly, and spending an immense amount of time and money training their unruly little creatures—ones that initially did nothing but look cute, wreak havoc, cry, and leave messes everywhere.
Meanwhile, his pet had walked into his life, bearing the labels of "world’s only one-of-a-kind ultra-rare species," "adorably well-behaved," "even if you hit me, I’ll still love only you," "I don’t want anyone but you," "completely devoted," and "almost ridiculously obedient."
And it even curled up at his feet, wagging its metaphorical tail, barking his name in the most endearing way.
Who wouldn’t fall for such a little creature?
For a man like Garius, who had always been wholly devoted to his work, this tiny, affectionate being suddenly filled his chest with an unexplainable warmth.
He paused for a moment, then calmly made a few calls.
“Hello? Boss? Did something happen?”
Amon, Garius’s chief aide, answered the call, slightly puzzled.
“No, Amon. Look at this,” Garius said.
Amon blinked. “Look? Look at what?”
The video feed shifted from Garius’s flawless, striking face to the small, dark-haired human in his arms, who looked utterly resigned to his fate.
"Joey." Garius gently jostled him, lowering his head and speaking in a quiet tone.
Joey, after repeating this far too many times, twitched his lips and dryly parroted, "Garius."
The man’s expression remained serious. “See? He can speak Ottoman language now. He can say my name.”
Amon: “……”
Amon, though momentarily bewildered, suddenly grasped the underlying message his boss was trying to convey. After a slight hesitation, he forced out a response:
“…Uh, that’s… very impressive?”
“Mm.” Garius’s lips, usually pressed into a firm line, slowly curved upward. His golden-green eyes glimmered with satisfaction. “I think so too.”
Amon: “……”
The call was abruptly cut off, leaving Amon speechless.
Meanwhile, the newly appointed and highly enthusiastic pet owner quickly dialed another number.
The recipient, Director of the Biogenetics Bureau, nearly jumped when he saw Garius’s name pop up, thinking something major had happened. He straightened his posture and answered the call.
“Hello, L-Lord Heine, do you have any instructions? Or is there an urgent—"
“No, just look at this.”
By now, Joey had given up resisting. He mechanically called out, “Garius.”
Garius nodded approvingly. “My human can say my name now.”
“Really? That’s incredible!” The Director’s eyes widened in excitement. “Did you call to inform us that you’re ready to let us study him? Yes? Yes?!”
“Thank you for the compliment,” Garius replied, his chin lifting slightly, the corners of his lips tinged with aristocratic pride as he graciously accepted the praise.
Director: “Then—?”
Garius: “No, I’m not giving him to you.”
Director: “…………”
Damn, What the Hell Are You Even Saying?
Not only did Garius Heine snatch away the human, but now he was flaunting it—GARIUS. HEINE! ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN?!
“Heine, my lord?”
“Yuri, let me show you something.”
“Huh? Garius?”
“Uncle, let me show you something.”
“...Hello? Who is this…”
“Sassius. Are you asleep? Wake up, let me show you something. Joey—”
…For a moment, political rivals, a feuding uncle from the same noble family, and a certain captain in the middle of a battlefield dodging bullets—all found themselves utterly speechless.
Then, in unison, they all threw their communicators to the ground.
…Screw this. Life is unbearable!
Damn you, Garius Heine!
After hanging up, a very satisfied Garius remained in his rare good mood. With sudden enthusiasm, he scooped Joey up under the armpits, spun him around, and held him face-to-face.
“Damn it, I swear I won’t say ‘Garius’ again today! If I say it one more time, I’ll—”
Joey had been internally cursing at the system, fearing that he’d be haunted by that bastard poop-shoveler’s name in his dreams.
But then—
He suddenly found himself face-to-face with Garius, their noses nearly touching.
His face immediately turned bright red, his body going stiff.
Garius lowered his head slightly, pressing his nose into Joey’s fluffy black curls, inhaling the scent of chamomile shampoo—human shampoo.
At the same time, his large hand, now accustomed to the right amount of force, gently rubbed Joey’s small belly.
Beneath deep-set eyes, golden-green irises gleamed under thick lashes, as brilliant and unfathomable as the vast blue sky and endless grasslands.
Teasing his little human, he murmured, “Joey, what’s my name, hmm?”
With the system translating for him, Joey stammered, “Uh, Ga-Garius…”
“And what’s your name?”
“Joey…”
“Good.”
Joey watched as Garius smiled in response.
Golden waves of hair curled from his forehead, tucked behind his ears, cascading over his broad shoulders.
A single droplet-shaped blood-red gemstone, strung on a fine gold chain, hung at the center of his forehead.
His slightly angular face was devastatingly perfect.
Beneath his long, fine brows, his pupils held a chill that seeped straight from his soul.
Joey often called Garius a bastard poop-shoveler, but deep down, he had known all along—
This was a man as pure as white snow, embodying the icy brilliance of winter itself.
Anyone meeting him for the first time would be struck by his breathtakingly cold beauty, a frostbitten elegance that kept the world at bay.
If not for this whole transmigration mess, Joey, a mere commoner, would never have encountered someone from such a vastly different world—a noble through and through.
So the moment Garius got too close, Joey, a humble nobody, would get nervous, blush, and feel his heart race uncontrollably—
Like a fan meeting their idol. Like a small fry standing before a giant.
Like any new pet owner, eager to touch and explore, Garius gazed down at his tiny, blushing human, eyes darting around in shy avoidance.
He liked it.
He liked stroking Joey’s neck, his soft cheeks—
Until his fingers slipped into Joey’s hair, curling a lock of black fluff around his slender fingers.
Then—
A series of slow, delicate kisses were placed onto that soft, messy head of curls.
And then—
A kiss landed on Joey’s nose.
The usually sharp-tongued, pretend-fierce, but actually clueless Joey froze on the spot.
Huh?!
What just happened?!
Did I—did I just get KISSED?!
HOLY CRAP—
I GOT KISSED——!!
“You-you-you-you—”
You kissed me!
You pervert!
Snapping out of it, Joey slapped a hand over his forehead, eyes wide as his heart pounded wildly in his chest, heat practically steaming from his ears.
Meanwhile, seeing his little human utterly flustered, face and neck flushed crimson, Garius chuckled softly.
Unable to resist, he tightened his arms around Joey—
And kissed him once more, this time on the forehead.
Cool lips brushed against the center of Joey’s brow.
Plop.
A stamp.
Marked: This one’s taken.
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Summary:
A carefree, mischievous, cat-loving protagonist × A pharaoh with both stunning looks and a twisted personality, utterly devoid of morals.
In the year 4057 of the New Era, Bastet dies in a research accident. As compensation, the national AI, Zuma, grants him a chance to be reborn.
Before his rebirth, Zuma cheerfully promises:
"To make up for your loss, your new life will be one of luxury, with food and shelter guaranteed. You will be worshiped by thousands, seen as the living embodiment of a god. You’ll have free access to the royal treasury, and the ruler of a nation will dote on you endlessly. You’ll live as a carefree cat. Do you accept?"
Bastet: What’s there to refuse? That sounds amazing!
Then, after his rebirth, Bastet desperately claws his way down from a certain Pharaoh’s lap.
Bastet: “That damn AI scammed me! I want to go home! Waaah!”
Yofar smiles gently, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk:
"You’re being naughty. I might have to kill you."
Bastet (terrified): "Y-Ya... Yame te kuda—!"
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