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.

the lighting, Persephone had the feeling that Seamus looked even gloomier, like thick dark clouds on the

you had to choose between me and Morpheus, who would you

aback, her hands subconsciously fiddling with

I, to put it nicely, am your bodyguard. Bluntly speaking, I'm just a dog of the Hamertons...

"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

equestrian instructor at the time had said they, as professionals, wouldn't dare to use that method to save someone. And 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

hoarse. "Don't

Right now, your

to meet

before arriving on time. As he entered a dark corner of

no alcohol in front of him, only half a cup of lukewarm water. His countenance revealed no emotion, appearing somewhat stern as

sat opposite him but immediately stood up, afraid of upsetting

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