The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive

s docile eyes under his brown hair.

“Did you all hear it? Hopes for the future do not have to be grand.
Just tell me what you want to be.
Like how Sasha did.
You all understand?”

“Yes.”

As the children answered loudly, the teacher smiled proudly and looked at me.

“Now then, shall we have Annette present next?”

I spoke with a smirk.

There was no hesitation in announcing my hopes for the future.

‘Fufu, I have a dream.’

“Yes, I want to be a bakery owner!”

For some reason, when Um heard this story somewhere, it seemed like he was going to pull his red hair saying, “Glutinous rice, ugh, please, stop talking about bread!”

Fortunately, Mr.
Petesche smiled brightly.

“Annette is sure to be a baker who makes a lot of great bread.”

“Thank you!”

‘If Gerard adopts me, I won’t be a bakery owner.’

Being adopted by an unmarried prince, I would live a life that was so controversial that the Imperial Palace would be turned upside down.

In the midst of my cynical thoughts, there was a child who tried to raise his short hand high (which was as low as a carrot in a sugar cane field)..

It was Julien, with big sky-blue eyes.

Thankfully, Mr.
Petesche did not miss the small potato-like fist.

“Shall we listen to Julien next?”

Julien got up bravely and shouted.

“My hope for the future is to be a balloon! Because I want to fly in the sky!”

“…Uh.”

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The teacher’s expression became slightly troubled.
The gentle, brown-haired teacher, Mr.
Petesche, hesitated a little, then smiled and said.

“’Hope for the future’ literally means what Julien wants to become when he grows up.”

“Aha, yes! Yes!”

Julien nodded his little head vigorously as if he understood only then.

“Well then, can you say it again?”

“My future hope is to be a bean worm!”

For a moment, I almost laughed, so I bit my lip.

“Because it looks so cool when making a circle!”

“…Uh, uh…”

Mr.
Petesche smiled belatedly while gesturing without saying anything.

“That’s right! What a wonderful future hope.
Applause everyone.”

Clap, clap.

After quickly evoking the atmosphere with applause, Ms.
Petesche chose the next child.

“Then, next… There, shall we hear from Heinrich?”

“……?”

Heinrich, after something else for a while, leaned loosely on the chair and raised his eyes rudely.

Then he gave a very brief but poor answer.

“Married to Sister.”

“……!”

‘Ah, is that really all you hope for for the future?’

‘It’s not a hope for the future to be announced in front of everyone, children…!’

Unlike me, who blushed and was unexpectedly embarrassed by the hope for the future of another, Heinrich proudly crossed his arms, tilting his arrogant and beautiful face.

Mr.
Petesche smiled and said;

“Uh, that’s something you’d like to do later… The future hope we’re talking about now is wanting to be like a ‘great lady’ or a ‘bakery owner’ or an occupation.”

With his arms crossed, the crazy chihuahua’s pretty purple eyes lit up, and he immediately corrected his hopes for the future.

“Then, ‘Annette’s husband’.”

“……!”

Oh my gosh.

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I hid behind the textbook, blushing next to the imposing Heinrich.

That future hope must be agreed upon with me!

Heinrich looked satisfied and brazen, but he soon frowned, gazing at Sislin.

Just like a cat that looked at a beast that had entered its territory and gnawed at it.

“So, you should have another hope for the future, you bastard.
Because Sister’s ‘husband’s seat’ is sold out!”

“……”

“Okay, huh? Aren’t you answering?”

Sislin ignored it neatly.

Was an automatic self-noise canceling?

He didn’t raise an eyebrow so much that anyone could see Heinri’s voice as if he couldn’t hear it at all.

In many ways, this was great.

Mr.
Petesche looked at Sislin, who was sitting still, and asked a question softly.

“Is there any hope for the future for our Sislin?”

I felt that he was cautious, unlike when he asked the other children.

It made me sad because I knew the reason.

‘I think he may have none.’

Because Sislin was a gloomy, somewhat special child who lived in a cave, avoiding everyone.

The boy’s life was too gray for him to dream of the future.

At that cautious question, Sislin lowered his long eyelashes and opened his mouth slowly.

“I…”

A lot of thoughts seemed to pass through his red eyes.

Soon the boy’s voice continued.
Like sharing a very precious dream.

One syllable by one syllable, very carefully.

“…I will become a great, high-ranking person.”

“……”

“More than anyone else.”

After speaking, the boy made eye contact with me.
All of a sudden, my ears were red.

Like the apples that ripened in the spring sun in April.