She had to build a new mansion for Ibi, and on the day Ibi became a saint, she had to open up for Ibi’s birth celebration.

It was extremely absurd, but there was no intention to rebel.

Because she deeply understood that opposing Ibi would bring no good, and now she didn’t have the strength to do that…

“Gasp!”

Cassel, lying on the bed, suddenly clenched her chest.

Breathing became difficult. Her heart pounded as if it would burst, and cold sweat trickled down.

After visiting Biss, Cassel occasionally experienced difficulty breathing like this. Afterward, the memories of that day’s death inevitably surfaced.

Humans torn apart in the darkness like pieces of paper, and the mask laughing from above.

The hellish scene she witnessed that day captivated Cassel. It came to mind like something stuck to her retina, appearing even when she closed her eyes, turning into a nightmare that chased her even in her sleep.

Even after returning to Tienda, Cassel was occasionally drawn back to that day.

So, instead of attempting to console Ibi, Cassel wanted to ask.

Why are you not affected? Are you really okay? If so, help me too.

Cassel, who was panting, finally calmed down and lay back on the bed. Then, she bit her lip to prevent herself from sobbing.

At that moment, a bustling voice from outside the door reached her ears.

“Wh-what’s going on?”

“Sorry, that kid came, so…”

Startled, Cassel sat up, and at the escort’s response, she narrowed her eyes.

That kid? There was only one person she would call that.

“…Let him in.”

Cassel wiped her face, and the door opened in the meantime.

Soon, Ente, his bandages tightly wrapped, sneaked into the room.

The young Ente greeted Cassel with a somewhat downcast face, then, nonchalantly walked across the room and sat in a chair.

Cassel was puzzled, and it was belatedly realized that this kid lacked manners and common sense.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll protect you.”

“What?”
“I will protect you…”

Hearing the murmuring of the boy, Cassel couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

What on earth is this? Trying to repay the favor in such a way.

Cassel was about to tell him it’s okay, he can leave. However, the fear that had covered her back earlier suddenly came to mind.

“…It’s not really necessary, but if you really want to, sleep on that side of the sofa instead of being there.”

After a moment of hesitation, Cassel, pretending to consider the boy, pointed to the sofa. Then, she pulled the string, providing him with a blanket and a pillow.

As the boy lay down on the sofa that fit his body perfectly, Cassel felt strangely relieved. However, not wanting to reveal this sense of relief, she deliberately turned her back to the boy and went to sleep.

Perhaps because the boy who saved her was watching her back, she was able to sleep comfortably for the first time in a while.

Meanwhile, while Cassel was asleep, Ente was silently observing her back.

Ente’s mom always prayed. Prayed for salvation, begged for it.

However, God never came to save his mom, so Ente thought there was no God.

But now, Ente believes in God.

Because back then, you came.

Closing his eyes forcefully to endure the sensation of falling asleep, Ente gazed at Cassel’s back.

Thank you for saving me, I’m really thankful. It was the first time someone protected me.

So, I will protect you too, my Lord.