The Princess's Doll Shop

Spírĭtus cried out into the light and darkness created by him, shutting and opening his eyes.

But his outcry came back as an empty and hollow echo.

[I’m lonely. I’m suffering. I wish someone could be here with me, breathing together.]

The endlessly flowing tears of Spírĭtus created the vast sea; each of his three smaller horns from his main horn breaking off and falling onto the surface of the sea.

Those became the existing three continents, the type of legend one may not believe in, came to her mind for some reason.

“Excuse…”

Returning from her stray thoughts, Kathia carefully opened her mouth.

In a chair, at the tea table that was quickly set up across from her, was, surprisingly, Deon Arc del Brezina.

He closed his eyes and answered.

“Pardon me but, could you please give me more time to think about it?”

“U-Uh. S-Sure, however much you need.”

Whoa, talk about pressure. With such a tender smile and voice, the invisible weight on her wasn’t to be taken lightly.

Is this the aura of the ‘protagonist’? Thinking up until that point, Kathia figured out why the legend of Spírĭtus came to her while Deon sat in front of her.

The lonely dragon wanted to have ‘somebody’ who’s breathing on the earth.

On that note, maybe Deon was included among the ones who the dragon referred to as ‘somebody.’

How should she put it? When her parents from her previous life referred to ‘our child’ outside the house, they meant her younger brother, not Kathia, ten out of ten times, so this must be a similar comparison.

From the absolute being, in front of a boy who was bombarded with unfair love and hardship, Kathia rolled her light blue eyes.

‘Kind of getting antsy.’

How much time does he need to think about it?

Kathia couldn’t help but notice Madam Murphy standing behind her and Deon’s darkening face.

Kathia kept rethinking the situation, whether she did something wrong. But no matter how many times she thought about it, nothing came to mind.

That’s because while she was having breakfast, Deon barged in so she rushed towards the living room to pour tea for him herself before asking, “wh-what brings you here?”

To get the answer to the question she’s been waiting for, it’s been two hours already.

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It continued to spin inside of Kathia’s small mind.

Is it that difficult to come up with an answer for why he came? To have to think about an answer for two hours?

Or is he perhaps mad? Ah— Should I have first thanked him for helping me?

‘Even so, I’m too scared to talk to him again…’

From five days ago, to the time Deon barged into the detached palace early this morning, to now, Kathia couldn’t understand.

My gosh. Why in the world did I cling onto him, pleading for help?

It’s so hard to talk to him, let alone blink in front of him.

Without a reason, Kathia fiddled with the teacup handle and sighed.

‘Why I clung on was because I had nothing to lose.’

Right now, Kathia was able to breathe, have sips of gruel, and sleep here and there.

Which meant she had some luxury of life.

Because Hannah was alive.

The voice of the judge announcing her death sentence was so clear in her mind, but she was still alive five days later, today, allowing Kathia to live as well.

Truly, it was a miracle.

And it was all thanks to the beautiful boy sitting in front of Kathia, who wore a pretty smile on his face for the last two hours.

Five days ago, he barely spared Hannah’s life. Kathia had run across the trial grounds to Deon as if she was mesmerized.

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Truthfully, at that moment, she was willing to pay anything. If someone were to ask for her life instead of Hannah’s, she was able to do so.

Although he knew Kathia was coming over, he ignored her and walked away.

Kathia had been puzzled. What was that? Did he not get curious about me asking him to use me? He must’ve been. He wouldn’t have helped me otherwise.

What in the world? Why was that? Why?

Due to being in an uncontrollably overjoyed and panic-stricken state, Madam Murphy had to drag her back to her quarters.