Outside the imperial study, around the corner of the long corridor.
Cheryl leaned against a red-painted pillar, dressed in a fitted red battle Miko outfit. She gripped her staff so tightly that it creaked in her hand.
"Hmph. That playboy. He only knows how to attract beautiful women."
She pouted sourly. A faint trace of loss flashed through her clear eyes.
She was not afraid of fighting the Abyss Demons.
What she feared was that, little by little, there would no longer be a place for her at Aiden's side.
Suddenly, a large, warm hand landed on top of her head and gently rubbed her hair.
Cheryl's body stiffened slightly. She looked up and met Aiden's deep black eyes, as vast as the starry sky.
"Jealous?"
Aiden smiled faintly. His voice was gentle, but it carried a firm, almost domineering tone.
"Don't worry. Anyone I care about will never be left behind."
