âAt night, I, uh⌠I did something weird, didnât I?â
He rubbed his hand over the abrasions left by the ropes. He then nodded to see me with a curious face.
âYou did do something.â
âAh⌠Like whatâŚ?â
âWell⌠You wanna try to attack me again?â
His eyes widened as soon as I threw in a joke.
He suddenly seemed to be shocked, like a big abandoned dog. Whatâs going on?
âUm, well, IâŚâ
His large hand couldnât help but wrap around mine and squeezed it tight. I wasnât sure what to do.
I didnât know why he looked so scared.
Big, heavy teardrops started to fall from the manâs eyes.
⌠No, why are you crying?
His face was the definition of purity. Innocent, but evoking a sense of completeness, as if it were something that shouldnât be looked at carelessly.
His fluttering eyes completely captured me.
âThe benefactorâŚ.â
His tears fell thick, like waves, forming a stream that ran over his perfect cheeks.
Soon, his eyes were burning, as if it was morning dew glistening atop flower petals.
His face was worn out and filled with sorrow.
Trembling, he parted his lips.
âIâll take responsibility.â
⌠What?
When I looked at him, my face seemed to ask: â What are you talking about? â
I felt the sincerity in his eyes, it was shaking like a bird in rain.
âAt all costs, let me take responsibility.â
âHow do you plan on doing that?â
I was just asking a genuine question, but the manâs neck flared a bright red. Wow. I think he might explode.
âUh, um⌠marriag-â
âOK, thatâs quite enough.â
Then Heimdahl stared at me, looking shocked.
He was crying like a man whoâd just lost the last of his fortune. Why do you look like youâve just been rejected?
âIâm kidding. Really, I was just kidding.â
I squatted down in front of the man and tilted his head to the side as if it was my own chin. His night-side was indeed a bad guy, despite his looks.
The manâs eyes were full of tears and beneath the glasses they shone like blue jewels in the sea.
I didnât hate this pure atmosphere.
Seeing his trembling eyes, I couldnât even joke around, although Iâd wanted to.
âA little while ago⌠you said I attacked youâŚâ
âNo way. I meant it as a joke. I was kidding. Just kidding.â
I was willing to correct myself at this point. Wow. This is the same person as last night, right?
Even though I already knew what to expect, it still felt strange.
I was watching his expression as I continued thinking.
Should I wipe that tear away or not? I really wanted to wipe it away.
Of course, I was only thinking about it.
âIf you touch it, Iâll tell you to take responsibility.â
Heimdahl briefly brushed his confused face, and then carefully asked:
âThen may I ask why I was tied upâŚ?â
âYou were threatening me.â
Heimdahlâs gaze changed a little.
Until a moment ago, his eyes were filled with tears like a child, but now heâs stopped crying, revealing his deep blue eyes.
Soon, his face morphed from sadness to a mix of calm and serious.
Eventually, there was even a twinge of anger.
He tilted his gaze and it became more serious.
âHow did you make it out? Are you hurt?â
Heimdahlâs face eventually went back to slightly red.
âNo, I wasnât hurt. You were using a dagger.â
I shrugged my shoulders.
âI have a talent for not getting hurt.â
There were three types of surprising residents in the back streets of Creixos. These were women, children, and the elderly.
In particular, if they were living well here, you shouldnât touch them.
Yet itâs another way how Iâve been surviving and protecting myself.
Bragging wasnât my intention, though.
Why did I mention that small skill of mine?
The way Heimdahl looked at me seemed to have changed.
He was cautious a while ago and it seemed like he didnât know what to do.
Even now, his attitude was still the same, but his aura was different.
âUm, do you happen to beâŚ?â
He bit his lips before dropping the subject.
I looked at the shape of his lips. Its stunning red shade contrasted with his white skin very nicely.