But I want Assisi to be happy. And if I’m an obstacle to that happiness…then I don’t mind disappearing from his life. Of course, the best option would be if Assisi was happy by my side!
“But still. Assisi used to be too attached to me. He would be with me from the moment I opened my eyes in the morning until I closed my eyes at night.”
I said it and soon denied what I said.
“No. Actually, Assisi would probably guard my side all night while I was sleeping too.”
Yeah, he would do that.
It’s something I’ve only learned relatively recently, but even when I’m sleeping, he’s been always guarding me. I thought he quit that since he got caught when I was young, but seems like he continued it secretly.
You don’t have to guard me, seriously.
Well, Assisi is also a human so he does sleep too. But the problem was that he sleeps so lightly that he could open his eyes as soon as he could feel someone else’s presence. I was so sorry when I heard the story.
Sleep is something you need to take in a good bed.
I always think about it, but I don’t know why he’s so harsh on himself.
Of course, I want to stop him from doing that, but he’s not a man who would listen to me, so I just let him be. There’s no specific solution.
It made me hate my dad for leaving him alone while I didn’t know, tsk.
“That’s why I was sorry for him.”
It’s like seeing my mom sacrifice everything for me.
A mother who has lived only for me without her dreams or her own life. I can’t be the answer to your life. And I’m not that great or outstanding to receive everything.
I felt sorry and thankful and sad for him.
Assisi is not my mother, but when I see him, I am immersed in such complex feelings.
I’m just a little kid, but he’s been protecting me sincerely.
Maybe that’s the reason. That’s probably why I felt relieved when Assisi became the chief instructor of the royal guard. I’ve been protected by him plenty until now. So it’s my turn to protect him.
“He’s still overprotective of me…but he doesn’t worry as much now that I’m grown up, so that’s better. ”
Libby smiles at my answer.
She’s younger than me, but there are moments when she looks at me like my mother. Just like now. I’m embarrassed because she looked at me so pleased.
“You must really like Sir Assisi.”
“Well…it’s true.”
It’s a little embarrassing, but what’s true is true!