I stopped stiffly and stared at Yurtha, who stood tall at the bottom of the stairs looking at me.
"...When I heard the news that my sister was looking for me, I came running happily."
Yurtha's lips curled pleasantly.
"The monster must have escaped."
"...."
Yuta walked up the stairs with relaxed steps.
Even though the spiral staircase was long, it didn't take long for Yurtha to get close to me.
I didn't feel like doing anything, so I just stood there and watched him quietly. Then Yurtha reached out to my face.
His thumb gently rubbed my eyes.
"Did you cry?"
"...."
"Because of that monster?"
"Put your hands away."
I hit Yurtha's hand hard. I don't really feel like hanging out with him right now.
But Yurtha is holding me more tightly.
"You don't have to cry over the monster."
"...."
"What are you afraid of? Whether the monster escapes or dies, Nunim has me."
His angry voice, which had grown harsh, suddenly got softer.
"Nunim have me, right?"
It was funny to hear the softened voice.
"What can you do for me?"
"Everything."
Yurtha brushed my cheeks with his hand and smiled slowly.
"I can do everything for you."
"...."
"First of all, I will solve the current situation for you."
"What do you want from me in return?"
Will Yurtha really help me without any conditions?
I don't believe in favors that are given for no reason. What's more, if it's Yurtha.
"Nunim is coming to me. That's what I want."
"...."
"You choose me over Dylan this time, Nunim."
"...."
This time.
Is that the damn thing of the past I don't know?
I'm sick of hearing about their past.
I am neither Rose nor Rosie. I have a different name-.
It's really annoying.
When I was with Emily, the fact that I wasn't the Rosie she knew grabbed my ankle, and if I were with Yurtha, I'd be trapped in Rose's shadow.
For the rest of my life.
"I will never let Nunim choose Dylan this time."
It's Dylan-.
I looked straight at Yurtha.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have to help me."
"...So, are you going to reveal that you are the princess of Herthas?"
"If it wasn't you, Dylan would help me, so why would I ask you for help?"
Yurtha's forehead wrinkled up as if he had stepped on a land mine.
