Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 427.2: That’s Not What I Intended! (2)

It was noon.

The radiant sun basked Tark Prairie in its golden rays, staving away the coldness of the night. 

In this comfortable weather, a single man sat alone in the midst of a grass field, reflecting on his mistake. 

It was common sense to prepare a present that was aligned with the receiver’s preference, but common sense wasn’t always right all the time. Roel’s current plight was one perfect example.

Oof. To think that the present was actually myself.

The Angel Shackle was an incorporeal magic tool that bound two sources of mana with identical attributes. It manifested as two cuffs with a chain that could extend endlessly. If one side were to tug on the chain, they would be able to drag the other party back no matter how far away they were.

Roel had requested Artasia to create this magic tool both as a gift and a way for him to help Nora during the crucial phase of her bloodline awakening. It was something that was thought up with many considerations in mind. Yet, it was being used for purposes that it wasn’t intended for.

“Here, open your mouth.”

On the grass field, Roel sat in front of Nora with many coils of chain wrapped around his body as he quietly looked at the sky, regretting his own mistakes. On the other hand, Nora grabbed the other end of the chain and ‘persuaded’ Roel to take a bite off her dessert spoon. 

Roel was not tied up because he had a sudden awakening of masochistic tendencies or something. He did try to fight back, but he made a fatal miscalculation here—he had used angelic power as the intermediary for the shackles.

It went without saying that Nora had greater control over angelic power as compared to Roel, which meant to say that she could control the shackles to do whatever she wanted. 

“Are you really not going to eat it?”

Nora disrupted Roel’s memory flashback. She dangled the dessert spoon in front of him, trying to bait him in. However, the latter had already made up his mind to ignore her. 

“Nope.”

“It’s delicious. I specially prepared it for you. You should at least give it a try.”

“Remove the

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