"Did you hear things? I'm the only one here guarding you," Terry said without a change in his expression.
He was mentally reminding himself that no matter what, he couldn't betray the King, and for now, Nella couldn't know about the King's existence.
After all, she's best friends with the Queen...
Nella was dazed for a while, rubbed her head, looked at the small river, the blue sky, and shook her head, "Maybe... my soul has already left this body..."
"Miss, can you tell me your name?" Terry quickly changed the subject, pretending very successfully that he didn't know her.
"I'm Nella Crassus. And you?" she replied without much thought.
"Luke Deere."
He flicked his granny gray slanted bangs, creating a harmonious arc in the air that perfectly matched his pointed chin, like a living, high-quality idol.
"Ugh..."
