People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 147

Although it was already quite late, since becoming my personal guard, Carlisle often stayed up late juggling his duties with the knightly order and his protective responsibilities.

Thus, naturally assuming he’d be standing guard right outside my office, I raised my voice and called out to him beyond the door.

After all, how could the knight entrusted with His Majesty’s safety possibly stretch out and sleep soundly while His Majesty remained awake? Given his gentle disposition, he’d certainly keep his eyes wide open and vigilant during his watch—so I felt no hesitation in summoning him.

Still, there was one thing that worried me.

What if Carlisle collapsed or fell ill from exhaustion without even realizing how tired he’d become?

Of course, Carlisle was famously meticulous about self-discipline—he’d never once taken sick leave, always passed his mandatory royal physician checkups with flying colors, and was so passionately devoted to swordsmanship that he never skipped a single day of training. Hecate had even occasionally carved out time to spar with him, finding his dedication admirable.

He seemed perfectly fine sleeping just a few hours at night thanks to his rigorous discipline and rest, but I couldn’t bear the thought of him dying while protecting me—or from overexertion. So I decided to leave a gift box outside Freyrie’s door and tell him to go to bed already.

It wasn’t about absolving some “ancient debt,” but if someone who’d grown up and passed the royal guard exam were to die again in this life because of me… I don’t think I could bear it.

Every time I’ve been reborn, people have lost their lives because of me. This time, I want him to prosper and live a long life thanks to me.

So now, finish your final duty and get some rest.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Hearing his reply, I set my quill down on the inkwell, straightened my back, leaned against the chair, and crossed my arms.

“Doesn’t your leg ache after standing like that every night?”

Well, if it did ache, that’d be concerning—but since it apparently didn’t, he’d likely been doing this for years. I kept that thought to myself, murmuring inwardly to avoid speaking it aloud, then continued.

“Come in for a moment, would you?”

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