Cecilia’s POV
After Emilia disappeared behind the stone wall, I withdrew my hand.
My palms and fingertips had gone pale from the blood loss, and I found the sight rather unsettling.
“Oh, my princess, such blood must hurt terribly,” a deep voice from behind me said, placing a hand over mine.
There was no one else who would speak to me in such a tone except that sorcerer.
I turned around. A seemingly ordinary guard stood behind me, but when he removed his helmet, his bright red hair shone under the torchlight.
“...What are you doing here?” I frowned, feeling a surge of irritation. According to the arrangement with Ulysses, he should be in the palace watching over my father, not disguising himself as a guard and following me to the Wolf’s Den.
“I couldn’t bear to be apart from you for
