Chapter 5
With this thought, I tried to lift my body. But it seemed the injury wasnāt limited to my ankle. The moment I attempted to sit up, a sharp pain surged through me, stealing my breath.
āAh! You shouldnāt move like that right now!ā
It was the voice I had heard before. But did it sound softer this time?
When I turned my head toward the source of the voice, I saw someone with wavy golden hair slightly covering their eyes. They quickly approached and supported my back. Up close, beneath their glossy, soft hair, I saw beautiful crimson eyes.
A clear, translucent red that captivated my attention.
If it had stopped there, it would have been fine. Was I enchanted by those colors?
āā¦Beautiful.ā
The word slipped from my mouth unconsciously.
His crimson eyes were so beautiful. As if the Ruler had carved two rubies and gifted them to him as eyes.
It didnāt stop there. The manās face, seen up close, was stunning to the point that calling it ādazzlingā wouldnāt be an exaggeration.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.
Is this what it means for something to be etched into your mind?
Upon hearing my words, his neck and ears quickly turned red. Yet, his hand supporting my back didnāt let go. His hand was so strong and large that, unconsciously, I tightened my facial expression.
Did that look like displeasure?
āAh⦠I, Iām sorry. I knew I shouldnāt touch your body recklessly, but I couldnāt leave you like that.ā
āā¦Itās fine, but where am I?ā
āAh, this is my cabin.ā
He carefully lowered his hand and placed a pillow behind my back. Thanks to that, I could look at him in a more comfortable position that eased my pain. He was still looking at me, smiling warmly.
āAnd Iām Didier. Call me casually.ā
He said this with an innocent smile. His beautiful eyes, adorned with golden lashes, squinted as he smiled like rays of sunlight, innocent and harmless.
With that gentle smile, I felt my inner guard dissolve like embers doused by rain.
He had a strange innocence capable of breaking down even the walls of someone as cautious as me.
āAh! And Iām a sheep. So donāt worry too much! I definitely wonāt eat you!ā
āā¦A sheep?ā
āYes!ā
When he said he was a sheep and smiled innocently again, I couldnāt help but laugh genuinely.
A sheep and a wolf. Who should be worried about whom?
Instinct.
No matter how human I appeared, itās a trait that never fades. Itās natural for a predator to fear its preyāthatās the law of this world. So, isnāt this bold sheep rather adorable?
Even if he lives in the mountains, he couldnāt possibly be unaware of the wolves of the Guinevere family. I bear all their traits: silver hair that gleams under moonlight, golden eyes that shimmer in the dark. My colors arenāt ordinary; they evoke the image of a wolf directly.
āWho do you think I am?ā
Arenāt you afraid of me?
How dare this cheeky sheep say I shouldnāt be afraid of him? Didier looked at me with wide eyes, then lowered his head. I couldnāt tell if he was frowning or shy. But his appearance was utterly endearing.
As I stared at him, waiting for his words, he began fidgeting with his hands. Was he deliberately acting cute? Didier hesitated, moving his lips, then finally spoke.
āI know. I know youāre a wolf, but Iām not afraid.ā
Do I seem that unimposing�
I had never once in my life thought I lacked presence, so it felt like Iād heard something unexpected, and my face contorted strangely. So did my last shred of pride. Seeing my expression, Didier quickly spoke.
āIt seems your injury is severe⦠Did I upset you?ā
āEven if Iām injured, Iām still a wolf, and that doesnāt change.ā
āAhā¦ā
Didier opened his mouth slightly. An expression that admitted his mistake. He looked flustered over a mere slip of the tongue, exuding guilt. I had specific words for him.
āItās fine. Youāre my lifesaver.ā
āā¦Thatās good.ā
āDonāt you want to know about me?ā
āā¦!ā
Didierās expression changed noticeably with every word I said. He looked sullen, then suddenly smiled. How could his expressions be so varied? I felt a strange confidence that Iād soon see his crying face.
āErica Guinevere, and as you know, Iām a wolf.ā
āErica⦠Lady Erica.ā
The way he said my name felt oddly ticklish. I felt a mysterious mix of joy and surprise. Surely, he saw me for the first time today and just learned my name, but his voice carried emotions that seemed centuries old.
āIs it just a feeling?ā
But, strangely, I didnāt feel the need to be cautious around him. Was it because of his innocent appearance? Because he was a sheep? Or because he saved me?
Perhaps because this cabin exuded a surprisingly warm atmosphere.
I thought about it with surprise and continued speaking.
āBy the way, Iām late in greeting you. Thank you for saving me, Didier.ā
āIt was my duty, Lady Erica.ā
āI know this might sound strange to sayā¦ā
āYes?ā
When I hesitated slightly, Didier looked at me with wide eyes.
āDonāt save just anyone so easily. Itās dangerous.ā
Itās not something to say to the person who saved me, butā¦
People who come to this mountain are rarely here for good reasons. This mountain is rugged, and criminals often hide here.
Of course, there are tribes living in small villages at the mountainās base, but they constantly move in search of food and rarely have permanent residences like this.
āā¦Now that I think about it, it feels a bit suspicious.ā
I suddenly felt something odd. But before I could delve deeper into thought, Didier smiled and said:
āBut thanks to that, I was able to save your life, Lady Erica. Iām happy with just that.ā
I stared at his bright smile with wary eyes, then asked what Iād been wondering about since waking up.
āIām truly grateful, but I have a question. Why do you live here?ā
āAh! I was abandoned on this mountain when I was young.ā
āAbandoned? So, you live alone? That must be lonely.ā
āTo be precise, Iām not alone. I have a little friend here. Not a beastman, but Iāve managed to survive thanks to him until now.ā
Didierās words sounded sincere. Indeed, this mountain is full of hiding criminals, as well as abandoned children. But most of them die soon after being left. Mount Anlindri is not a place young children can endure.
But sometimes, a few survive by sheer luck.
āI misjudged youā¦ā
I softened my sharp gaze and apologized to him.
āIām sorry for misunderstanding.ā
āNo, itās fine! Itās natural to be cautious in such circumstances.ā
āEven so, it doesnāt change that I misjudged you. Iām sorry, Didier.ā
āItās okay, Lady Erica. Ah, arenāt you thirsty? Iāll quickly get some water and something for you to eat.ā
Actions I donāt see in the family, a bright smile, and warmth.
As I stared at Didier for a moment, he waited quietly. Perhaps he thought I had more to say.
āā¦Thank you, Didier.ā
It was thanks for everything. For his warm smile and care. And, of course, for saving my life, even if I didnāt express it clearly.
āā¦Me too.ā
Didier paused for a moment upon hearing my words, then muttered a shy response to my thanks. It wasnāt quite a fitting reply to gratitude, but before I could comment, he had already turned around.
As I watched him leave, I realized unintentionally that I was smiling. It was a bit strange.
In the family, I never smiled, always maintaining my dignity as the heiress. Why was I smiling like this at someone Iād just met? I didnāt understand myself.
āEven with Mary, Riel, or Arin, I wasnāt this open so easily.ā
I should be more cautious. Thatās undoubtedly the right choice. But, strangely, I felt some of my walls had crumbled with him. Very strangely.
āDid I hit my head when I got lost?ā
I didnāt feel this way even when seeing people much weaker than me. Does Didier himself affect me this way?
Even if thatās the case, strange is strange. But no matter how much I thought, I couldnāt find an answer easily. Was it because of mental exhaustion? Physical fatigue began to overtake my mind.
āI need to rethink my planā¦ā
Drowsiness started creeping up from the back of my head. Sleep quickly swallowed my thoughts.
Unlike my complex emotions, it was a peaceful sleep.
***
Chirring! Chirring!
[Are you trying to fight me? Huh?]
Beep!
[Scream all you want. You think your master will care?]
The noise was annoying. Terribly annoying. High-pitched voices, as if coming from right above me, made my forehead crease.
[Hey! Youāre the one who woke my lady!]
Chirring!!
[Me? No way Iād do that to my lady.]
There was a strange birdās sound and a very familiar voice arguing. Yes, a very familiar voice. I wasnāt fully awake, but my consciousness snapped back suddenly. When I tried to sit up quickly, my face contorted again from the pain.
[Ah!]
Chirring!
[Done? Youāre saying my ladyās in pain because of me since Iām fat? Hey!]
āKobā¦?ā