The Tyrant's Silly Tuntun - Chapter 2

The day I turned into a girl began as an entirely ordinary morning.

The Tyrant was preparing to get up and attend court when he saw me curled up in a neat, obedient little ball.

He studied me with great interest, gave a wickedly charming smile, and then reached for his saber.

“It seems I have been far too gentle these past few years, gentle enough to make you people think I am a kind man.”

Even a dog would shake its head at that. The Tyrant killed people every other day. Who exactly would think he was gentle?

I scrambled upright and sat the way I usually did, pointed at my mouth, and hummed twice before saying in a soft, mushy voice, “Daddy, hungry.”

The Tyrant went insane on the spot. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and lifted me up. “I have never even slept with a woman, and you are calling me father? Speak. Which palace consort is your mother? I must unleash a massacre today!”

Then he saw the little wooden tag hanging below my neck.

Not long after I entered the palace, the Tyrant had been bored and carved it out of wood. Written crookedly on it were the words “Slowpoke.”

I thought that should make him realize who I was. After all, the Tyrant had carved it with his own hands.

Instead, the Tyrant grew even angrier. He snatched my tag and roared,

“You even stole the Silly Roe Deer’s things? Are you even human? Where is my Tuntun? What did you do with my Tuntun?”

Me: tilted my head to indicate that he was even dumber.

The Tyrant spent half the day digesting the fact that I had turned from a Silly Roe Deer into a pretty girl.

Then he spent the entire afternoon discovering that not only had I turned into a girl, I also held his life and death in my hands.

Here is what happened.

That afternoon, the Tyrant was reviewing memorials at his desk, while I had nothing to do and wandered around the room.

As I wandered, I saw a dragon on the wall glaring at me, all fierce and threatening.

As you all know, we beasts are very aggressive by nature. If it stared at me with those horns on its head, then I had to fight back.

This concerned the dignity of livestock.

So I lowered my body, scraped my legs against the floor twice, stuck up my backside, and prepared to ram it to death.

The Tyrant had been propping up his head and watching the show, grinning so hard his big teeth were showing. In the next second, he clutched his head and started howling in agony.

“Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

I tilted my head and looked at the dragon, which had not moved an inch. Then I tilted my head and looked at the Tyrant, who was hopping up and down in pain, and chuckled.

I had forgotten to tell the Tyrant. Because we roe deer are naturally a little slow, life is very difficult for us.

Take the mountains of the Wala Kingdom, for example. All the unlucky ones died off, leaving only me.

To find someone suitable to take care of us, we bind ourselves to a host.

If the host fails to take proper care of us and we get hurt, the host will feel the same pain.

After the Tyrant heard this, his eyes went wide. He grabbed my little wooden tag, and I was pulled two steps forward by the momentum.

“You mean that if you die, I die too?”

I nodded blankly. That should be what it meant.

After all, I had never died before, so I could not say for certain.

The Tyrant broke down on the spot for half an hour. Then he yanked me to his side, looked around warily, lowered his voice, and said,

“Tuntun, from now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere. Stay obediently with me. Wherever I am, you will be there. You are not allowed to get hurt at all. Remember that.”

I nodded, half understanding and half not.

Wasn’t the whole reason we Silly Roe Deer bound ourselves to hosts because we could not protect ourselves?

Shouldn’t the Tyrant be the one protecting me? Why was he making me take care of myself?

He was way too carefree about this.