Chapter 1.10 - Kind and Cruel (10) (1/2)

Chapter 1: Kind and Cruel (10)

“For a little girl as small as a mouse like you, it’s still a hundred years too early to bring a man to her room.”

It was a voice that I knew. I was extremely familiar with its baritone and steady cadence.

“Come on, look at him. He’s not a man, he’s just a kid and an injured one at that.” I replied as I turned to level a skeptical look at the newcomer. Abel stood tall against the frame of the door with a mildly disgruntled face. Not only did Abel exude a dangerous aura on the best of days but in front of the frail and weak Sigren, he seemed positively predatory in comparison. The way he had stalked towards us earlier was reminiscent of a hunter shadowing its prey.

“It is exactly what I said it is. My eyes do not deceive me..”

Honestly, this man! The situation is completely different than what he thinks it is!!

Then for some reason, I couldn’t quite decipher, Abel restrained himself from bothering me too much. It was a stroke of luck that was so rare that I’d blindly accept it for the gift it was. Honestly, what a relief.

“Anyway, what brings you here?”

Why else do you think I’d be here? It’s because of him, of course.” Abel raised his index finger and pointed towards Sigren with that irritating expression still plastered across his face. “I heard there was a pebble that rolled into the fourth wall while I was away.”

Wait, did he talk about me? Was I the ‘pebble’?

“He was injured to such a severe degree that I had him treated in my room for a bit.”

Abel briefly glanced at Sigren, eyes peering down upon where he lay in my bed, sickly and pale.

“Where do you belong to? I don’t think you’re a child of our manor.”

What was he talking about? This was young Sigren. What did he mean ‘belong to’?

Then I remembered, of course, Abel didn’t know. I had never thought about this matter seriously, so I never wrote this scene. When I quietly looked away, Sigren answered.

“Carl Mercenary.”

“Mercenary corps…?” Abel raised his eyebrow slightly as if finding his response to be unexpected. “Is there a kid like this with the mercenaries these days?”

Tsk, that is not what we are supposed to talk about.

Anyway, I whispered softly to Sigren’s ear to help him understand the situation.