Heavenly Army, Doraon dorai_ By Ooahan JS
(Lee Seomin’s POV)
The moment he yelled, I snapped out of it.
Wait.
Why was I on my knees, scrambling backward like some terrified prey?
The sheer instinct of my reaction was baffling.
A survival reflex?
Maybe.
But come on. He was a four-year-old.
What was he gonna do? Bite my ankles?
I stopped retreating and glared at him.
“Don’t come any closer.”
“Please, listen to me, young Princess.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Princess, I swear I was sent from the Heavens. You saw it yourself—I transformed from an adult into a child. Please, believe me.”
Okay. Sure.
The transformation part? That was real.
No human logic could explain it.
But still.
“Who are you? Spill it.”
“I am Orang, the Azure Dragon. In your past life, I served as the left guardian of the Young Princess—your former self—and the personal bodyguard of the Jade Emperor.”
“…The Jade Emperor?”
“Yes, Your Majesty’s father. The supreme ruler of the Celestial Realm.”
I blinked.
“So, what you’re saying is—my past life was some kind of celestial princess?”
“Regretfully, yes.”
There was a beat of silence.
Regretfully?
Excuse me?
What’s that supposed to mean?
Honestly, the whole thing sounded like a delusion.
Or a really bad reincarnation web novel.
But let’s say, for argument’s sake, that it was true.
“Alright. Fine. Let’s assume I was some fancy princess in my past life. Why are you here now?”
Instead of answering, Orang got down on one knee, placed a fist over his chest, and lowered his head.
Like some medieval knight swearing fealty.
“I, Orang, the Azure Dragon, swear upon my soul to protect the Princess and complete my mission—to safely return her to the Celestial Realm.”
His deep, raspy man voice paired with his tiny child body was… something else.
Just thinking about that scene made my blood pressure spike.
It was like swallowing three whole sweet potatoes at once—claustrophobic and suffocating.
As I struggled with my frustration, Orang shuffled closer on his stubby little legs and held out his ice cream to me.
I stared at him.
Why the hell was he giving me his ice cream?
He hesitated, then muttered, “P-Please open it for me.”
I squinted.
“Protect me? What a joke. You can’t even open an ice cream wrapper.”
Orang looked deeply offended.
Pfft.
If he were still a full-grown man, he’d probably rip that wrapper open with one hand.
But no.
Now?
Now, he was just a high-maintenance toddler who couldn’t even feed himself.
And this guy wanted to be my personal bodyguard?
The sheer absurdity of it made me shake my head.
I kept staring at him, unimpressed.
Orang, in turn, slowly lowered his head, looking dejected.
Ah, damn it.
Why did he suddenly look so pathetic?
I sighed and unwrapped the damn ice cream.
The instant I handed it to him, his face lit up like I’d just granted his lifelong wish.
Seriously, why is he so cute?
No.
No, no, no.
This is a scam.
A scam contract!
I clenched my jaw, trying to snap myself out of it.
“This whole thing is invalid,” I declared. “I didn’t pet your head—I ripped your hair out. That doesn’t count.”
“Physical contact equals contract fulfillment, Princess. Touching is what sealed it, and hair-pulling is touching. If the contract wasn’t valid, I wouldn’t have transformed into a child.”
I clenched my teeth.
“You mean to tell me,” I hissed, “that I triggered this mess myself?”
Orang visibly flinched.
He hesitated.
Looked like he was debating whether to answer.
And then, just as he opened his mouth—
“NOPE. Shut up. Don’t say a word.”
Also.
“Your grown-ass man voice coming out of that tiny body is creeping me the hell out. Just stop talking.”
Orang shut his mouth with a wounded expression.
But, y’know.
He was still eating the ice cream.
Poor guy looked like he was physically holding back whatever he wanted to say.
And I hated to admit it, but…
Damn it, he was cute.
No, no, no!
I can’t fall for this.
Not again.
I had already lost everything to a pretty face twice.
This time, it wasn’t even handsome—it was adorable.
Which was even worse.
Beauty? Cute things? Love?
All dangerous.
Never again.
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