Persephone glanced at Seamus, who was still wrapped in bandages.

"Go back to rest. You are still injured and can't stand for too long," she softly said.

Seamus gazed into the distance and remained silent for a moment before smiling faintly. "Miss, am I useless?"

"What are you saying?!"

"I can't even protect you..."

A sense of guilt crawled over Persephone's heart like ivy on a wall.

"Don't be like this." She looked at him. "If not for you this time, I wouldn't know what terrible things might have happened... Seamus, thankfully, you're by my side."

"Really?" Seamus turned around.

Persephone had the feeling that Seamus looked even gloomier, like thick dark clouds on the horizon. There was an indescribable sense of

me and Morpheus, who would you

her hands subconsciously fiddling with her

again." Seamus forced a smile. "Morpheus is the one you like, and I, to put it nicely, am your bodyguard. Bluntly speaking, I'm just a dog of the Hamertons... Heh, what right do I have to

"Seamus!"

felt uncomfortable. She recalled a time from her childhood when she had been riding a horse, and the horse had been alarmed out of the blue. It had galloped around the track with her. She had been terrified, screaming, and it was Seamus who had risked himself to stop

Seamus, at that time, was just a teenage boy. He could have easily lost his life to the horse's hooves, yet he had risked everything to protect her,

you." His voice was hoarse. "Don't worry.

Right now, your health is the most important

to meet

moment, then carefully dressed up before arriving on time. As he entered a dark corner of the bar, there was only one

no alcohol in front of him, only half a cup of lukewarm water. His countenance revealed

immediately stood up, afraid

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