The Dragon King's Favorite Person [Vol.1]

Chapter 5

Translator/Editor : Léabyss

Ryuo generally spends most of his time in dragon form.

When we eat together, we sit directly on a large Persian rug, give thanks, look at each other for a moment, and eat whatever is in front of us. At first I was afraid of the dragon king, but I got used to his immense figure. He is a dragon and he is my companion, but he never touches me. There seems to be a risk of hurting me with his fingertips or inadvertently killing me, even if I wasn’t doing a big deal.

If I think about it, it’s scary.

Every day, a large amount of raw meat, vegetables and fruits are lined up in front of Ryuo-sama, and then he takes them immediately and with a great fierce impulse. I think it is natural because his body is big.

In front of me are also magnificent meals prepared specifically for humans. The dishes offered here are often ethnic, but sometimes things like Chinese dishes and Japanese foods are featured. I was even surprised when I found out that the raw fish fillet looked a lot like sashimi. But there was no soy sauce and I ate it with a tropical citrus flavored sauce … First of all, is this dish made by those frogs? Where did they get the materials?

It is very delicious, but unfortunately I am satisfied right away and I always have a lot of unfinished food.

From Ryuo’s point of view, it seems to be somewhat concerning.

“If you eat so little, you’ll soon get sick and ugly!”

Then, while eating my leftovers, he started recommending:

“It can be only small portions and very slowly. I’ll eat with you.”

So even if I can’t take it anymore, if I put food in my mouth the king’s loving smile will make all this effort worth it.

Eating together … It’s very nice.

Since I was a child, I have had to stand alone at the table so it seems I have learned to hold chopsticks the wrong way. The dragon doesn’t care, clearly.

“Riku-kun, the way you hold your chopsticks is strange.” My teacher pointed this out to me when I was in elementary school. “Do you have two left hands?” My classmates laughed at me on time. School lunch made me feel terribly ashamed.

Not everyone had the same way of holding chopsticks, but it was obviously weird when I did it. They ordered me: “Tell your parents to help you hold them well”, so I asked the helper who brought me dinner that night … But I had to do it on my own.

I practiced holding the chopsticks for a while and learned how to hold them when eating soup.

At that time, I saw my family enjoying a barbecue in the garden. I was at a window. Both Kaito and my little sister mouth their food with chopsticks in a beautiful and sophisticated handwork. It’s not something you need to work on, because those who generally eat with their parents mimic them and learn to use chopsticks and good table manners.

I was born from the same parents, in the same house. Why? Why is it so different between my brother and sister and me? Is it difficult because I made them  embarrassed?

It was terrible to hear those pleasant familiar voices coming from the garden. No matter how much I wanted it, I couldn’t get into that group.

Reliving the memory of that day, little one, in uniform, with my wooden chopsticks and clinging to the edge of the curtain … I began to cry without realizing it.

“Why are you crying, my boy? You do not like me? Did you get burned?”

“… Ah, no.”

Ryuo-sama’s worried expression reaches my eyes and quickly returns me to normal consciousness.