The spirit, who had transformed into a squirrel, stretched out his chest.
It seemed as if it meant, ‘If you have to, use me.’
It hadn't been long since the owner changed, but she saw a small body that was actively showing off its usefulness.
'No, wait.'
Dorothea's small head tilted to the side.
If the person who was thrown into the corner of the room was an assassin targeting her, then who was the one who threw him there?
As she was looking around to see if Aiden had come, someone entered the room.
Of course, it wasn't Aiden.
A slim, tall man entered the room with leisurely steps, holding a sharp sword in one hand.
The profile of the person examining the unconscious person looked strangely familiar.
His black hair, which went past his shoulders and reached his waist, blew in the wind coming through the open window.
He got up and turned around, only then did he find Dorothea, who was watching the situation.
When he spotted her, his eyes sparkled with interest.
"Not this. You’re a reckless kid who borrowed alcohol from me.”
“..."
“Is there such a coincidence?”
The man with a grin grabbed the back of the fallen assassin's neck with one hand and lifted him up. The assassin, who was trying to wake up with a groan, was knocked unconscious again by the blade of his hand.
The sound of swords clashing and someone else screaming could be heard from afar.
Amid the commotion, the sound of Aiden cheering was also heard.
He stared down the hallway and scratched his head.
“I guess my night guest caused a lot of trouble today.”
“You were the benefactor’s guest.”
“You are my guest.”
He grinned and grabbed Dorothea by the tail.
“You talk as if they might not be my guests. Why, are you a guest who came looking for me?”
After understanding the situation, she slowly shook her head.
Since they changed the inn, it's probably a group of people targeting the man in front of them, not her.
However, she was unlucky because she ran into another group of assassins at the place she arrived after escaping from the assassins.
The uproar did not subside easily.
The stunned assassin had been dragged away by someone who appeared as suddenly as a shadow, but the sound of swords clashing across the hallway was still continuing.
There was a light bloody smell.
Dorothea lowered her eyes, pretending not to notice the flickering life.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’re my guest, so I won’t cause you any harm.”
“My uncle is in the room across from me.”
Puzzling eyes turned to her.
“Are you asking me to save him?”
“You said they were your overnight guests.”
At her words, the man scratched his chin with an expression of interest and then refuted it as if he was joking.
“There is no reason for me to be responsible for everyone at the inn just because they are my guests. They came to me, I didn't invite them. For example, I am also an unwanted guest.”
“I didn’t tell you to take responsibility for everyone in this inn.”
He said, 'Huh?' And his eyes opened a little wider.
She looked up at him with silent eyes and clearly stated what she wanted.
“I asked you to save my uncle.”
“You haven’t even paid me back for the glass yet, so would you like me to save your uncle?”
“If you owe me something, I’m sure someday you will find it very useful.”
If she takes more time to completely regain her soul power and become healthy, she will be able to do much more than she can now.
The man who was looking into the pale pink eyes immediately stood up.
"Lane."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, a black-masked man jumped out of the air.
“Protect this child. It looks like someone is coming to visit for a while.”
He asked with a cool smile on his lips.
“What is your uncle’s name?”
“It’s Colin.”
He didn't bother to ask for two uncles or to save them both.
Aiden didn't seem to have any need to worry, just by hearing the sounds outside.
Looking at the sound of fighting that was heard occasionally, it seemed like he wouldn't get tired even if he swung his spear all night long. Since he was a famous general, what would happen to assassins like this?
However, the Reaper who had just acquired a human body was different.
He was originally a weakling, and now that he was trying to assimilate with the previous owner of his body, he was in no position to control his body on his own.
“It’s Colin... ”
He muttered, repeating the name with interest.
“Well, that’s interesting. Coincidentally, the name of someone I know is Colin. And names like this are not common.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.
Dorothea was not surprised to see him disappear in the blink of an eye.
When Phiphi cried next to her, Dorothea reflexively stretched out her hand to comfort the spirit.
"It's okay. Your master is not destined to die here.”
Dorothea had no intention of doing something foolish like throwing away the wealth she had gained.
'But I think it's wrong to sleep.'
It may seem strange to fall asleep calmly while there is blood everywhere, the sound of knives, and screams of fear.
She naturally reached for the food on the table.
Colin, who was sleeping like a corpse, was thrown in front of Dorothea, who was muttering while eating after almost half of the food on the table had disappeared.
***
The man who had thrown Colin like a corpse had already put Dorothea and Colin in the carriage that his escort had rescued.
Dorothea didn't seem to think anything of it as she watched Colin, unconscious, rolling around on the floor.
“Wasn’t it something you cared about your uncle?”
“That’s why I asked you to save him.”
“Is that enough?”
The man observed the small child in front of him with a smile on his face the entire time.
The corners of his mouth were turned up the whole time, but there was no way Dorothea could not notice the coolness he occasionally showed.
Even though she knew the other person was suspicious, she pretended not to notice.
She didn't want to pretend that she loved her uncle so much.
Dorothea finished her meal calmly, even as she watched Colin's body rolling around and moaning.
The scratches on the body are only minor. There would be no damage to the soul inside it anyway.
“It looks like there are other people in the group as well.”
“He will come back on his own.”
Dorothea knew better than anyone else that Aiden was not the kind of person who would get hurt over something like this.
'It's better than nothing. If Colin wakes up and starts talking, he might get suspicious. You just need to stay away for a while and get used to it.'
Moreover, with the skills of the man in front of them, both Colin and Dorothea could safely reach their destination.
Dorothea glanced and sized up the man.
Just by looking at his attire, it was clear that he was of high status. The skills of the escorts were also excellent.
Taking on debt was tiresome. If it doesn't work out, she doesn't mind filing a claim with the family.
Droughty. Yes, family.
As she remembered her destination, her mind became calm again.
“So what is our lady’s destination?”
The man asked curiously.
Since he recognized Colin's rolling face, there was no way he didn't know the direction she was going.
However, if he really wants to check, there is no reason not to do so.
“The Highclere family.”
Ben, Wood, and Jane would definitely come there to look for them.
The man touched his chin and mumbled with interest.
“The Highclere family.”
Twinkling eyes scanned Dorothea.
“I didn’t know there was such a young lady there.”
Dorothea was silent. She didn't feel the need to talk about her history.
The man scratched his head as he watched her pat Colin's cheek, who still hadn't woken up.
The more he looked at it, the more curious and interested he became, but he couldn't easily interrogate her.
Every time he met her pale pink eyes, his heart sank as if he had glimpsed an unfathomably deep abyss.
It was too deep to be just a ten-year-old child.
In the end, he had no choice but to turn and turn and ask.
“For a member of the great Highclere family, you are dressed quite plainly.”
Dorothea looked down at her clothes.
It was a dress that her deceased mother had carefully prepared for her. Of course, compared to the man's clothes, she was infinitely scanty, but she didn't feel that plain.
She once again had an idea of the status of herr maternal family.
She asked, meeting the curious man's eyes.
“What do you want to know, my benefactor?”
"Well."
“If all you want to know is my personal information, I can tell you as much as you want. However, I think it would be better to ask for something better than that.”
The man's eyes widened slightly.
He lowered his head and made eye contact with the shy child. Her clear eyes captured him.
“Can you give me something better than that?”
“If you wish.”
Even when she looked up close at the beautiful appearance that caught the attention of people of all ages and genders, Dorothea showed no signs of being shaken.
The man slowly bit down on her body, which was close to him, as if he had been relieved by her calm demeanor.
Then he smiled and giggled until his eyes became half-moon.
“You are talking as if you are a person of great ability.”
“..."
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be bad either. What can you give that makes you come out so boldly?”
Before he finished speaking, he turned his head. It was quiet outside the carriage, but the furrowed brows showed that something had happened.
“Oh my, does it have a tail?”
The man's forehead was wrinkled.
It was clear that he was annoyed that his long-awaited and interesting conversation had been interrupted.
He glanced at Dorothea and gave advice.
“Hold on tight.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage clattered to a halt. The presence of many people filled the outside of the carriage as if it were surrounded on all sides.
“Everyone in the carriage, get off!”
“If you obey me obediently, I will spare your life!”
The coachman's screams were heard along with a loud shout. She could clearly hear the sound of metal clashing swords with him in her ears.
“If you listen to me obediently, your head will be blown off, so how can you listen to that? Yes?"
Instead of responding to the playful man's words, Dorothea fixed her gaze on Colin.
The man, who saw her unresponsive, soon got out of the carriage alone.
The moment his eyes, which had been filled with mischief until a moment ago, turned towards the evil beasts, life became difficult.
He muttered.
“This isn’t my taste. I feel like a mutt protecting someone.”
That little girl had already been swinging at him since last night.
“Well, it’s not bad.”
It was the first time he felt happy being swayed by someone, so the man drew his sword with a faint smile on his lips. The situation will be resolved without him stepping forward, but only if he can show off.
The deadly swords clashed.
Assassins disguised as mercenaries rushed towards him.
“If you have tormented me at night, please give me some rest during the day!”
Every time the sword moved, blood flowed from various places.
Dorothea quietly waited for the situation to end with her hands folded despite the murderous smell wafting outside and the bloody smell stinging her nose.
The man who has already taken countless lives will not take matters into his own hands this time either.
The squirrel that was hiding quietly came out of the bag and squeaked.
Playing with Phiphi with her hands, she stared at the spot where the man had been sitting just moments before.
"I've never seen a painter and a thousand years old meet."
It was a fate so twisted and twisted that it was a wonder he was alive.
“That’s fun.”
This journey was becoming increasingly interesting.
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