Shaya: The White Moonlight Was Me All Along?

"Do you really think my singing sounds good?"

Tesoro looked up at the red-haired young man before him and asked excitedly.

"Of course."

The red-haired Celestial Dragon nodded lightly at his words.

"Haha, really? Is that so?"

"That's wonderful..."

As Tesoro listened, tears suddenly began streaming down his face. He looked as though he had no regrets left in life! So there were World Nobles who recognized him too.

"Hm?"

On the other side, Shaya watched Tesoro cry incessantly, his brows furrowing slightly.

He felt as though something about this was a little off...

He had merely given Tesoro a bit of recognition!

Why did he suddenly feel as if he had become this guy Tesoro's kindred spirit?

Just how badly did Tesoro want to be acknowledged by others?

"Bastard! You actually ran off here to slack off again..."

"Just watch me beat you to death this time! You hateful, cunning slave!"

Just as Shaya watched Tesoro grinning foolishly at him...

Wearing an expression as if, after having his singing recognized by Shaya, a Celestial Dragon, he no longer had any regrets in this life...

A series of shouts suddenly rang out beside them.

Shaya turned to look and saw one slave disciplinarian after another, men specially tasked with training slaves for the Celestial Dragons, running toward them with whips in hand...

"Although I don't know who you are, nor do I know your name! But from the bottom of my heart, thank you for recognizing me! You are a good person..."

"I know what I'm about to say is presumptuous! As nothing more than a slave, I had no right to say anything to someone of such noble birth as you..."

"But if possible! If, among the slaves in the Holy Land, you encounter a girl named Stella, with long golden hair and a beauty so unforgettable..."

"Please pass a message on to her for me! Please tell her that Gild Tesoro is a liar. He broke his promise—he won't be able to buy her freedom in this lifetime..."

"As for you! If there is a next life, Gild Tesoro will surely serve you like an ox or a horse to repay you! I will never let down your affirmation of me..."

"I'm begging you!"

Tesoro knelt before Shaya and repeatedly slammed his head against the ground...

His once-smooth forehead was now dripping with bright red blood from the force of it! Even so, Tesoro did not stop. He continued bowing to Shaya, with no intention of stopping even after staining the ground before him red.

It was precisely this sight of Tesoro kneeling and begging Shaya that made the disciplinarians notice Shaya, who had entered their field of vision.

"Saint Shaya!"

"We'll take this bastard who offended you away at once and sentence him to the harshest punishment!"

The moment the disciplinarians saw Shaya, they froze in place. They immediately bent at the waist before him and spoke with utterly uneasy expressions.

"This one is interesting. I'm taking him..."

Shaya looked down at Tesoro, who was still kneeling before him and knocking his head against the ground. Seeing the sincerity in Tesoro's expression, the corner of his mouth rose slightly as he coldly ordered the group of disciplinarians.

"Huh?!"

As soon as Shaya finished speaking, the disciplinarians were stunned.

"Is that a problem?"

Shaya looked at them with icy eyes.

"N-No! Everything will be according to your will..."

Seeing Shaya's cold, beautiful eyes suddenly turn toward them, the disciplinarians were frightened out of their wits. One after another, they dropped to their knees before Shaya and shouted.

"Hm..."

Only then did Shaya nod in satisfaction. Looking at Tesoro below him, he said coldly, "There's no need to wait for a next life! If you truly wish to repay me for my simple acknowledgment of you, then spend the rest of your life repaying me."

"Huh?"

Tesoro froze upon hearing Shaya's words...

He raised his head to look at Shaya, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"What? You no longer want to repay me?"

Shaya looked down at Tesoro and asked coldly.

"No! Of course I do, it's just..."

Tesoro's mind had gone blank. He truly did not know what words could express the excitement and unease in his heart at that moment.

"Get up! As it happens, I'm still lacking a singer..."

Seeing this, Shaya simply spoke softly to Tesoro.

"Are you deaf?"

"Or did you not hear His Holiness Figarland Shaya Saint tell you to get up?"

"What are you still standing around for? Get up already!"

Before Tesoro could think any further, the overseers were already shouting at him angrily.

"Oh! Oh!"

Frightened by their threats, Tesoro immediately got to his feet.

"Come with me."

With that, Shaya turned and walked away without looking back.

"..."

Tesoro had no choice but to steel himself and follow behind Shaya.

At that moment, Tesoro was both full of anticipation and fear for his future.

He was not sure whether he had truly escaped his suffering.

Or whether he had merely escaped the tiger's jaws only to enter the wolf's den...

After lowering his head and following Shaya through the gates of the Figarland villa, Tesoro heard Shaya seemingly giving someone an order. "Get the guy behind me a cleaner set of clothes!"

"Yes, sir!"

As soon as Shaya finished speaking, several guards in black suits lifted Tesoro up and carried him off to the servants' bathing room in a very man-on-man fashion.

Even though it was merely the bathhouse for Celestial Dragon servants, Tesoro's eyes widened in shock. It was simply too luxurious—the bath alone was unimaginably huge! He could not begin to imagine what kind of bath Shaya, as a Celestial Dragon, used.

He imagined that even the towel Shaya used to scrub himself must be woven from gold thread...

"Will you wash yourself, or shall we help you?"

Just as Tesoro was spacing out, he noticed the burly men behind him playing with the soap in their hands. One of them had already squeezed his bar of soap onto the floor...

For a moment, the atmosphere grew heavy.

A while later.

Tesoro, scrubbed clean from head to toe, was finally brought before Shaya. Perhaps clothes truly made the man—after changing into a black suit, Tesoro seemed completely reborn, like an entirely different person.

Thud!

Wearing the suit, Tesoro walked straight up to Shaya. Before Shaya could say anything, he dropped to one knee. With his head lowered, not daring to meet Shaya's eyes, he said solemnly, "Your Holiness Figarland Shaya Saint! I do not know how I could ever repay the kindness you have shown me! From this day onward, you are my one and only master! I will never betray the hopes and recognition you have placed in me..."

Tesoro could now say Shaya's name, which clearly meant that the servants at Shaya's villa had already told him the necessary information.

"Come to think of it, I have a maid here named Stella as well..."

Hearing that, Shaya looked at Tesoro and spoke softly.

"I know! I already met Stella just now! I never expected that you not only saved me, but Stella as well! Your great kindness is beyond anything I can repay!"

"As for Stella, you need not concern yourself with the relationship between us! It was only ever my one-sided affection. As long as I can see that she is safe and well now, I am satisfied."

"Of course, not only Stella—even I belong to you, Your Holiness Shaya Saint! From this day onward, I will spend my life singing for you."

As Tesoro spoke, he slowly raised his head. With eyes streaked with tears, he gazed intensely at Shaya. Under Shaya's level-eight charm...

At Tesoro's most despairing moment, Shaya had acknowledged him and saved him. At this point, Shaya seemed to have become Tesoro's muse.

That look is wrong! Very wrong!

Feeling Tesoro's gaze, Shaya's eye twitched slightly. Damn it! I think I really have become this guy's White Moonlight.

Three more chapters coming! Brothers, please keep reading!