Chapter 1.15 - Kind and Cruel

Chapter 15: Kind and Cruel

“Sigren, let go of my hand.”

“It can’t be.”

“What?”

He stared at me as if I’d done something wrong. I was dumbfounded. I’m just telling him the truth, but why is he angry?

“What are you talking about? The second wall is the most dangerous place here. The mercenaries and knights who spent their entire lives in the battlefield were either killed or left. Even if you are a wizard, a little girl like you would defend a place like that? Say something that makes sense!”

Subsequently, Sigren stared at Jeron who was standing at the door. “Aren’t there lots of people in Heilon castle? The strongest shield in the North?”

“Sigren.” I called his name as though trying to hold him back. What would he do if Jeron kicked him out? However, I understood a little why he was angry. Sigren was basically a character with a sense of justice. Maybe, he was reluctant to let me go to war when I was not even an adult.

“What?”

“I’m fine, don’t mind me.”

“What? Aren’t you scared?”

“I have nowhere to go unless I am here.”

“…..”

“I need a place to live, and Heilon needs a mage. You don’t need to be angry, when after all we’re just working together when needed.” I said it. He didn’t need to be angry. He didn’t have to judge their conscience by criticizing them for sending me to the battlefield. It was my decision to stay here in the first place.

I needed a place to rely on until I was old enough, and Heilon needed a strong wizard. The only thing that mattered here was that fact. If I died while fighting, that would be because I was incompetent. There was no reason to blame someone else.

“Then, what about your family?”

There was nothing to stop that question and I couldn’t hide it anymore.

“I’m an illegitimate child. My father and brothers sent me here.” Inevitably, a cold voice sprang out.

“I hope you never go back to that house again.” Speaking of this, Sigren was the one who was able to grasp all of my position. We had grown up with a similar experience.

There is no one in this world who can protect us even though we were just children. The reality is that we have to pay the right price to protect ourselves. There is no such a thing as unprovoked goodwill.

I didn’t know if that was the right mindset, but Sigren’s grip on my wrist loosened.

“….. You could die. Aren’t you scared?”

“If I die, it means that I wasn’t competent enough to survive the fight. Anyways, I’m here by my own choice, so don’t mind me. I don’t care.”

Sigren’s gaze was sharp. I had fully explained why, but I didn’t know why he was doing this. He was always sarcastic about me being a precious lady, but now he was angry that I was going to the battlefield.

Indeed, he really is the difficult male lead.

I stood up completely and grinned at him. “I’ll be right back. Be careful not to get hurt. Eat well, too.”

Sigren’s expression reflected that he was at a loss for words.

“You…you are so kind and worried about me. What the hell is the reason?”

I answered with curiosity, “I should be worried because you’re hurt?”

Sigren looked even more confused. However, he didn’t hold my wrist anymore.

“…..Come back quickly.” He just stared at me with complicated eyes.

I waved lightly at him.

When I came out, Abel stood in front of the room. When did he come?

“…..”

Did he hear the conversation? Abel looked at me with a firm gaze. Is he angry?Is he annoyed to see me arguing with a boy my age? However, we had to hurry and I really didn’t need his nagging.

“I’m sorry. I’m late.”

“…..”

At my apology, Abel simply pressed his lips together as though wanting to say something but instead just lifted me up with a sigh as though he’d given up. Abel’s blue eyes stared at me as though trying to see through me. I laughed awkwardly at Abel.

“Why? Is the situation really bad?”

“You… no, forget it. I’m not telling you now.”

“…..?”

“Fiona.”

I answered obediently. “Yeah?”

“When you arrive on the battlefield, you must not fall away from me.”

This was a remark that didn’t have to be confirmed. Abel always carried me around when we went out to the battlefield.

“Okay.”

Abel, who heard the answer he wanted, once again held me close and started quickly walking through the hall with a wide gait. Behind, Jeron was following us like a shadow.