Chapter 382: The Emperor’s Daughter Chapter. 382


    ‘I know.’ It was not that I didn’t know how terrible Assisi was before he became my guardian knight. I knew he had gotten a lot better after knowing me.


    But, but...


    I didn’t want to hear how he’s willing to die for me either.


    He had already done more than enough.


    Now, I want to do something for him.


    “Every moment, and every second, I feel like I can see the souls of those I’ve killed. No matter what excuse Ie up with, the fact that I have taken their lives does not change. Sometimes, I worry about my blood-stained hands, reaching out to you and holding your hands. I worry that my presence and my existence might be harming you...”


    “I’m sorry. This is my fault.”


    It looked like I brought this up carelessly. It was not that I didn’t know about Assisi’s wounds... but I wondered what made someone as gentle as Assisi like this.


    I pitied him so much that I couldn’t speak properly.


    “Don’t worry about that.”


    It didn’t mean that I wanted to push Assisi away.


    It looked like he’s not ready to leave me yet.


    Let’s take it slow, one step at a time.


    In the past, I was scared because I didn’t know where to begin, but it’s alright now.


    I would never let go of this hand either.


    “Assisi, I’m always the one who grabs your hand first, right?”


    Assisi shut his mouth.


    His pretty golden-green eyes were filled with tears. His beauty still shone as brilliantly as ever. Of course, I couldn’t say he hadn’t changed at all. He looked a little more mature but not the same as looking older.


    This was unfair.


    “But you really don’t age at all. I’ve grown so much now, yet you and dad still looked the same as before.”


    “Not at all.”


    Assisi shook his head upon hearing myint.


    “You hadn’t changed at all from when you were younger, Princess.”


    “.... do you mean to say I’m still a child?”


    Assisi smiled as I looked up at him with a discontented frown.


    I heard if oneughed while crying, horns would grow from their butt. Still, it’s nice to see Assisiugh.


    Wait, but why was heughing, though? Was it funny to still see me as a child?


    “Don’tugh! I’m not a child!”


    “Did His Majesty tease you about being a child again?”


    “No!”


    I tly denied it, but Assisi burst intoughter upon hearing me deny it instead.


    “Assisi!”


    He’s obviouslyughing now!


    What’s so funny? Which part?


    “Assisi, Imand you! Stopughing!”


    I even forced him to stopughing, but he didn’t follow mymand at all. He tried to hold hisughter, but soon, he gave up.


    “... I’m sorry, but I need tough a bit more.”


    Why? Why was heughing?


    I was happy to see Assisi happy... but somehow, this didn’t feel satisfying...


    I wonder why... I suddenly started tearing up.