A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.
Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Lisa held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it-The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.
"M-Master, stop, Jung...
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A voice as sharp as a blade followed.
"I won't limit your personal activities, Commander Helio. The only thing I request from you is to be mindful of the appropriate time and place."
Rather than a colleague, Jungkook seemed more like a judge. He finished his words cold-heartedly, while his face remained expressionless–there was not even a trace of disappointment.
"Since you stopped fighting just to converse with a civilian, I'll be punishing you formally after reporting to our superiors."
Helio twisted his lips as if to show Lisa that this was the kind of person Jungkook was. But though Jungkook's voice had been cold and rough, to the point that even Lisa noticed, Helio showed no signs of feeling hurt.
Wanting to show her more about the type of person Jungkook was, Helio opened his mouth to speak.
"She's not an ordinary civilian. This lady is the one who stopped the train. I was keeping her in custody, so I hope you won't decide to punish me for this."
Even before Helio finished talking, Lisa felt someone grab her wrists.
Jungkook had come up from behind her during the conversation. He pressed down on Lisa's back with his knee and twisted her arm to restrain her.
Ignoring the woman who didn't even have time to utter a groan at the sudden pain, Jungkook addressed Helio in a monotone voice.
"If that's true, what were you doing, not even arresting the criminal? Is she part of a terrorist group?"
"I can't say for sure, but she was trying to stop the train because she knew the monsters would come. In fact, as you can see, the monsters did end up appearing."
Jungkook and Helio began a conversation while Lisa was still pressed against the train. She listened in to their conversation while letting out groans of pain due to her sore wrists.
'Terror? Wait, am I being accused of being a terrorist?'
She remembered reading about it in the newspaper. A terror incident that threatened the capital. She never thought she would be misunderstood as the main culprit behind the incident.
Lisa found it hard to breathe due to the knee that was pressing against her back. She turned her head, which had been facing the floor, to look at the man who subdued her.
Scanning him from bottom to top, she saw the figure of a flawless, perfect man.
Dark, black hair that did not change color even under the sunlight, sun-kissed skin, and a strong body hardened by training stood right behind her.
Though it was the first time she was seeing him in seven years, she felt a sense of familiarity. It felt like she had imagined being pressed against him like this just a moment ago.
