Persephone was puzzled by the scene unfolding before her. Instead of serving as her bodyguards, the two men appeared more like Seamus' subordinates.

After a prolonged silence, she glanced at him coldly, forced a smile, and said, "Seamus, are you so averse to trying the soup I prepared for you?"

"I've recovered, so I don't need it," he replied.

"Is it that you don't need it, or do you lack the courage to eat it?"

"Miss, you..."

Abruptly, he looked up, sensing a change in her demeanor.

Or perhaps she had always been that way.

Being a Hamerton, she was protected, but her core remained—stubbornness in adversities, the ability to discern one's intentions, and quick decision-making in times of danger...

Seamus bit his lip, studying her intensely.

creature she often portrayed with a smile. "Seamus, do you think the medicine I prescribed isn't up to par? I thought this might not be the correct prescription... But I can't recall what's

it then. We won't be able to go home

Unknowingly, a shiver ran down his

at her innocent smile, he wondered if the brief, intense glare had been

when I was young, learning about medicine with my great-grandfather. We made many incorrect prescriptions, and you were always our

a smile and played

Persephone reached for his hand. "It must be tough for you to stay by my side all these years, right? I have a bad temper,

attendant." She slowed

eyes with him, she felt as if centuries had passed

as his eyes turned cold. She was certain he was

human heart changed

and chuckled. "When I was young, you told me you were willing to do anything for me. What about now? Will you

course," he asserted. "I'll

demanded, looking at him. "I

"Alright."

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