The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 757 - 117 - The Odd Woman (1)

There were only about three months left before the current academic year finally came to a close.

The Physical Examination had already taken place a few weeks prior. It had gone smoothly, without any real incidents or surprises. Now, all that remained were the final examinations—the last hurdle before the current second-year cadets advanced to their third year at the academy.

The air had grown noticeably colder.

Winter vacation was already well underway, and to be honest, it was drawing to its end faster than I expected.

At this moment, I was on a quiet, peaceful date with Yr.

She had mentioned wanting to try out the new seasonal cake flavor being offered at the Leonamon Cake Shop. A limited release, apparently.

She was holding my hand tightly as we strolled through the chilly streets. Normally, she’d be dozing off halfway through any activity, but today she was surprisingly lively—her steps had a slight bounce, and her expression looked brighter than usual.

She wasn’t sleepy at all.

Maybe the idea of dessert was exciting enough to keep her awake.

"Ah... Leon..." she muttered softly, her voice still dragging with that ever-present sleepy tone.

"What is it?" I asked.

"My feet... they feel cold," she murmured, her words almost dissolving in the frosty air.

I looked down at her legs—and my eyes narrowed.

Her feet were slightly red, exposed to the cold far more than they should’ve been.

"Wait a sec... weren’t you wearing boots earlier? Weren’t those supposed to protect you from the cold?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Boots are heavy," she replied with a pout. "I can’t walk properly in them."

...Seriously?

Well, it was Yr, after all.

Even the simplest thing like wearing boots made her body feel sluggish. And somehow, at some point during our walk, she had taken them off. They were gone completely from her feet.

I didn’t even notice her doing it.

"Let me carry you, then," I said without hesitation.

"Yay~" she chirped with a tiny smile that bloomed across her sleepy face.

"Wait... You really don’t want to wear boots that badly? Or are you just looking for an excuse so I’ll carry you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes playfully.

She blinked slowly, then grinned—half mischievous, half drowsy.

"Maybe a little bit of both," she admitted.

That sly, sleepy smirk of hers hit me right in the heart.

She was ridiculously adorable.

Honestly, if I could, I’d take a picture of her right now and frame it. Hang it on a wall. Preserve that expression for eternity.

Wait. I could do that. We have smartphones here.

With a small exhale, I crouched down in front of her, letting my hands rest on my knees.

"Come here, Yr."

She paused for a second, blinking like she just processed what I said.

Then, suddenly, a blush crept across her cheeks.

That was rare.

Yr hardly ever blushed. But when she did, she turned into something soft, gentle... innocent. It was almost unfair how cute she looked when her sleepy composure cracked like that.

Looking at her now made my heart flutter. It was impossible not to spoil her. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Eventually, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her small frame against my back. Her warmth seeped through my coat as she clung on tightly.

I reached back, sliding my hands under her thighs before lifting her up with a gentle push.

Her weight was light—almost featherlike.

"Alright then, are you comfortable back there?" I asked.

"Mm... Incredibly comfortable..." she whispered with a satisfied nod.

"You can go ahead and sleep, you know?" I told her. "I’ll wake you up when we get there."

"W-We’re still on a date, right...?" she mumbled, clearly conflicted. "N-Nia said that falling asleep during a date is rude... So I’m trying to stay up..."

So that’s why she’d been pushing herself this whole time.

She was holding on just for my sake.

That warmth in my chest only deepened. The fact she was trying so hard not to fall asleep... it really meant a lot.

"I don’t mind," I told her gently. "In fact, I want you to enjoy yourself the most."

And for her, that meant sleeping.

"R-Really...?" she asked, her voice softer now.

I nodded, smiling back over my shoulder.

With my reassurance, she let out a soft exhale and finally allowed her eyes to shut.

Her breathing slowed.

Soon, I felt her head resting against my back, her lips parting ever so slightly as she drifted off. Warm breath spread across my nape, and a faint line of drool began to form, soaking a small patch on my shirt.

But I didn’t mind. Not even a little.

I just kept walking through the cold streets, carrying her on my back, listening to her peaceful breathing, watching my breath fog up in front of me.

However, there was a strange sensation creeping up my spine.

I felt eyes on me.

Subtle, but distinct.

I kept glancing back every few steps, pretending to stretch my neck, but I was careful not to make it obvious. Still, every time I looked, whoever it was quickly slipped out of view—just not quickly enough.

I’d already caught a glimpse of her silhouette ducking behind walls or slipping past corners.

She wasn’t exactly good at hiding her presence.

Right now, it felt like I had picked up a stalker.

But... she wasn’t making any moves.

So for the time being, I decided not to deal with her. She could follow all she wanted—I had other priorities.

Eventually, we arrived at the Leonamon Cake Shop.

I nudged Yr gently.

She stirred slightly before blinking her eyes open, her face still nuzzled against my shoulder.

Amy—the girl I had appointed to manage this shop—immediately approached us.

She bowed gracefully, eyes closed as usual, her voice calm and composed, though her expression always gave off an airy, absentminded charm.

"Welcome back, Master," she said. "Shall I prepare the usual private room?"

I turned my gaze behind me—toward the entrance.

The person who had been following me hadn’t stopped.

She was still tailing me, and judging by her behavior, she was planning to come inside.

Normally, I would’ve gone to the usual spot—a private room specifically reserved for me and my girlfriends. A place where we could talk, relax, or... do certain naughty things.

But right now, bringing Yr into that room would’ve been inefficient.

Because more than anything...

I wanted to know what the hell was going through Isiliraiellyn’s mind.

Why she kept staring at me from the shadows.

Why she kept following me like that.

And why... she still hadn’t approached me directly.

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