Chapter 1.12 - Kind and Cruel (12) (1/2)

Chapter 1: Kind and Cruel (12)

Recently, the attacks from monsters had been significantly reduced. Maybe it was because Sigren had appeared. Thanks to that, I was able to spend some leisure time with him. However, that didn’t mean we had a friendly relationship. What I had heard so far was his name, which of course I already knew.

“Your wound, is it okay now?” I stretched my hand towards Sigren’s wounds.

“Don’t touch me as you please” He snapped as usual.

I gave him a little sullen look at the snappy response that was still as cold as ever. Indeed, it was really hard to be acquainted with him in the villain’s body.

“If you’re still in pain, you need to tell me even if you don’t like me.”

Hearing my words, Sigren looked at me like he saw something strange. I felt that these days, he often looked at me like this. Am I that weird?

He opened his mouth reluctantly. “You are weird.”

“What?”

Sigren then said in a sarcastic tone. “Why do you care so much about me? Is it the compassion of a young lady raised in the castle? Like the pity of picking up a dog or a cat in the rain.”

“It’s not like that.”

Recently, I learned that Sigren seemed to roughly assume that Abel was my relative who was taking care of me. In other words, I was regarded as an ordinary aristocratic girl who stayed in the castle. Perhaps, I was so misunderstood because of the polite manners of the people calling me “My Lady”

When I thought about it, he seemed to be annoyed that he had to rely on a girl of his age, who unlike him, he thought, grew up to be precious and seems to know nothing.

My pride is somewhat hurt.

“I don’t know what you think of me, but I didn’t bring you with such a light heart.”

“Then what?”

Of course, I felt guilty that I wanted us to get close for my future insurance. However, in my defense, there was also an affection that existed for him. But still, it was fortunate that we had met not as enemies and instead, could build a healthy friendship.

“Why not just because I wanted to save you?”

“Just after one meeting? With no reason?”

“Right. You might have thought of it too.”

In that six-year-later period, Sigren was well-defined in many ways. So, I’d roughly assumed it was the effect of his childhood. Thus, I was spitting on the thought that there might be such a side to my intentions.

“…..”

Unexpectedly, Sigren’s expression was firm.

“I have never done that. People like you, who grew up fine, are the ones that like to think that kind of thing.”

At this point, I was starting to feel nauseous. What the heck, I was definitely one of the fighters, I was not the girl who lived well in a castle.

“Wait. Sig-. I’m simply staying here because…”

“May I come in?” Someone knocked on the door. It was the voice of the healer who’d examined Sigren.

“Come in.”

Then, a gentle-grandfather-looking came into the room.

“You’re here today, Lady Fiona.”