The whereabouts of the heart (6)
I asked again, but I couldn't get an answer from Rahon.
He was chuckling and then quietly left the bedroom, saying he needed to get some sleep.
I stared in vain at the door that was closing so cruelly.
In the end, the identity of the kid who had been pressuring Rahon to live with him was never discovered.
'Obviously not me.'
But why do I have a strange feeling that it might be related to me?
If he can call it a kid, it must have happened when I was young. It seemed like the drug that restores my memories would be the key.
I'll have to ask Rahon later how things are going.
At that moment, Nadia, who had been dozing off and nodding her head from side to side, opened her eyes wide.
"Miss!"
"Yeah, you're awake?"
Nadia looked at me with sleepy eyes and then ran towards me.
"No, what happened? Why did you suddenly faint? Are you okay now?"
"Nadia, calm down. I'm fine. Breathe."
"Hoo, hoo..."
Nadia took a deep breath and looked at me with worried eyes.
"Are you sure you're okay? Can I let go of my worries?"
"Yeah, I just fainted for a moment because of the smell of blood."
Haa, Nadia sighed in relief and pointed to the sofa.
"Who the hell is that guy? Why did he die in your bedroom?"
"Hmm..."
I quickly explained what had happened to me when I met Baba. As she listened to the story, Nadia's face grew increasingly shocked.
"Oh, an assassin?!"
"He's on my side now."
"Where are the assassins on the side? They are only motivated by money!"
"That's why he's on my side. There aren't many people who have more money than me."
"Ah..."
Nadia sighed blankly. She quickly came to her senses and shook her head firmly.
"I disagree. You said he was in cahoots with His Highness the Third Prince. How can you trust someone like that?"
"I don't believe in Baba. I believe in what I can give to Baba."
"What is that? Money?"
No, fun.
Baba was the kind of person who would not mind death as long as he was having fun.
'So you must have thought about dying.'
But it was unexpected that he came to me with his stabbed body and warned me.
I even asked to be spared.
'Did you think that would be more fun?"
It was hard to guess because he was a person with a different thought structure than me.
But, maybe it was because I was the one who saved him? It was true that I had a little more faith in him...
Anyway, he came to me even though he was on the verge of death.
"There is something like that."
Nadia chewed her lips as she tried to brush it off with a smile.
"Are you saying that you must keep him by your side?"
"I need a baba."
Nadia let out a long sigh.
"Oh my. How can I win against you, young lady? Okay. How can I help you?"
"First, we need to keep Vivian out of the bedroom."
"Well, I'll tell Vivian that you're sleeping in late. And?"
"Sneak some food in so Baba can eat when he comes to his senses. Don't let anyone know. Can you do it?"
"Of course."
Nadia tied her messy hair back up and smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt.
She quickly changed into a neat and tidy appearance and went out, shaking her hands.
In the meantime, the day became brighter.
I put wood in the fireplace and stood by the window.
The knights who had not participated in the battle were lined up and trained in the training ground.
'You don't miss a single day of training. That's amazing.'
I put on a shawl, grabbed a blanket, and walked over to the sofa.
Baba still hasn't come to his senses.
The wound had healed, but the bleeding was so severe that it would take several days to recover. His face was still pale.
I covered Baba with a blanket and sat down quietly next to him.
As I looked at his peacefully sleeping face, I felt strangely pleased. I felt like I had saved this person's life.
That thought occurred to me again.
The me of my past life, who sat there helplessly without even protesting when Chevio's arm was cut off, is different from the me of now.
In fact, I was anxious.
I made a bold decision to change the future, but I couldn't shake off the doubts about whether I could do it...
I feel like I can finally trust myself completely.
Just as I overcame the fear of death and saved Baba, I will bring down Oslo and finally place Kalit on the throne.
"I can do it."
The moment I made that pledge while looking at Baba's face, his thin eyelids went up.
Soon, blue eyes resembling the sea stared at me. I calmly lowered my gaze.
"Master...?"
"Yes."
Baba's blurry eyes, which had been staring at me for a while, came into focus. He opened his mouth quietly.
"I...am alive?"
"I told you I would save you."
Baba woke up with a start.
I felt my side to check and touched his face. His expression was blank as if it didn't feel real that I was alive.
"I didn't know you would actually save me..."
He looked at me with admiring eyes.
It was closer to the wonder of witnessing an amazing piece of magic rather than the thrill of having preserved life.
"You owe me your life. It may be a small thing to you."
"It's not light. I'm really touched."
As he said this, Baba cupped my cheek.
The wind caused the blanket covering him to fall down, revealing his torso woven with compressed muscles.
I quickly took my eyes off his smooth, firm chest.
"Then I guess I can get paid for it."
"Who should I kill?"
"No, just make one promise."
"What promise?"
"You won't give up your life so easily as long as our contract remains in place."
Baba closed his mouth. His gaze swept over me silently, without any meaning.
"You have no regrets about life. If it's fun, you don't avoid situations that are sure to lead to death."
"..."
"I can't even contact you properly, so wouldn't it be difficult for me if you died? That's why I need to get a promise."
Baba, who had been silent for a while, tilted his head.
"Sometimes the master is wrong."
"Am I wrong?"
"I won't die easily anymore. I have a reason to live."
"Have you realized that life is more interesting than death?"
"No, I realized that being by your side is more fun than dying. To do that, I have to be alive."
"Then can I believe that you kept your promise?"
"If I feel like I'm going to die. I'll die in front of you."
It may be a joke, but I don't think I would choose death in vain.
'Thank God.'
In fact, I wish Baba hadn't died, regardless of his utility.
Did I really become attached to his life?
Just as I was thinking funny thoughts, Nadia came in, carrying a tray with a simple meal on it.
She glared at Baba suspiciously, then placed the plate of food on the table with somewhat rough hands.
The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the bedroom. It made even my mouth water, but Baba didn't even bother to look.
Even though he must have been quite hungry since he had lost a lot of blood and had not eaten anything, he did not even look at me.
"What do I do now?"
"Have a meal."
"Yes."
Baba grabbed the bread with both hands and started munching on it.
It felt like he wasn't eating it, but shoving it into his mouth. Bread crumbs were flying everywhere.
Nadia frowned at the extreme table manners. I winked at her and waited for Baba to finish his meal.
Baba wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after downing six unbuttered slices of bread and a bowl of soup in one gulp.
"I've eaten everything. What should I do now? Should I watch over Oslo?"
"Get to know Sierra Coelho. What she's doing now, who she's seeing, whether she's in debt, the more detailed the better."
"Sierra Coelho, okay."
"Get well soon. It's not too late to work later."
"Yes."
He stood up without asking a question. His hands were not hesitant as he put on his clothes.
Are you planning on leaving right now just because I told you to get your health back?
"Baba, what are you doing?"
"Are I wearing clothes?"
"We're not done talking yet."
"Do the mission later."
"There's something I need to talk to you about aside from your mission. Please dress properly and sit down."
As soon as I finished speaking, he quickly put on his clothes and sat down in front of me.
"...Are you sure you're sitting on the sofa? I can't hear you."
Baba, who had been kneeling on the floor, quickly got up and moved to the sofa.
'You're... strangely good at listening to me?'
Of course, I had heard it before, but I had a strong feeling that it was testing me.
But now he was like a well-trained hunting dog. It felt strange.
"Tell me what happened when you rescued Luther."
Baba was the first to make a distorted impression.
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