Hearing this, Hysilens’s shimmering eyes quietly dimmed a little— If it came to the point where even Nikador was eroded, then could the currently glorious and brilliant Hanging Blade City continue to exist?
Or would it be completely swallowed by the Black Tide, like the Siren Kingdom of the past?
“But it’s not entirely without a chance…” Seeing Hysilens’s eyes dim, Gwyn hurriedly tried to remedy the situation, “Like how you have fought against the Black Tide for many years, yet to this day you still show no signs of being eroded—perhaps you could help Nikador.” “Me?” Hysilens blinked, her dimmed eyes quickly regaining their luster.
“Yes, I still remember the situation that day.
Although it was very painful, you did indeed help me clear the pollution brought by the Black Tide, didn’t you?” Gwyn smiled.
“Mm…” Hysilens also thought of something, nodding gently with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
“So, while the future certainly needs to be considered, don’t ignore the present because of it.
We’ve been traveling for so long, go get some good rest.” Gwyn smiled.
“Mm…” Hysilens stared at Gwyn for a moment, then turned and left the room.
Seeing that Hysilens had forgotten to close the door behind her, Gwyn thought for a moment and felt that he might need to help Hysilens with some common knowledge about the land later.
But before Gwyn could decide where to start teaching, Hysilens returned to his room, and she was…
dragging a bed.
“What are you doing?” Gwyn widened his eyes in surprise, not knowing what strange idea Hysilens had come up with this time.
“Since you said there might be people with bad intentions, you shouldn’t be too far away from me—just like we agreed, I will protect you.” Hysilens said calmly, pushing the two beds together.
She lay down directly on the bed she had brought over, her eyes, calm as the deep sea, gazing directly at Gwyn.
“Then…
good night, Helicula.” Although Gwyn felt a bit strange, since Hysilens had specifically brought another bed, he wasn’t losing out on anything, and naturally, he had nothing more to say.
“Mm, good night, little fish straying from the group.” Hysilens blinked, looking at Gwyn’s smile, and the corners of her mouth also turned up slightly, responding by imitating his words.
Looking at Hysilens’s smile, which wasn’t quite natural but still very beautiful, Gwyn slowly closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.
And on the other bed that had just been set down, Hysilens did not fall asleep.
That faint smile slowly faded, and her calm eyes gazed quietly at him, but she wasn’t just looking at him; it was as if she were treating him as a mirror, looking at herself in the mirror.
A fish straying from the group…
this was not a term Hysilens just blurted out, but rather a matter of intuition—even though their temperaments, strengths, and personalities were all different, Hysilens could feel that beneath Gwyn’s seemingly peaceful and optimistic exterior, there was also a huge sense of loneliness hidden.
Regarding this, Hysilens, who was accustomed to loneliness, could be certain.
After all, a fish straying from the group…
was Gwyn the only one?
With the strongest person on the Amphoreus continent guarding his side, Gwyn slept incredibly peacefully.
But perhaps because it had been too long since he had such a secure place to rest, when Gwyn woke up, he still felt a sense of weakness throughout his body.
Opening his eyes wearily, Gwyn met a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss of the sea.
That depth, like the abyss of the sea, did not frighten Gwyn, but it did surprise him— “Helicula, did you…
not sleep all night?” Aside from being a bit closer to him, Hysilens’s expression was almost exactly the same as it was before he went to sleep.
Associating this with Hysilens’s occasional robotic behavior, Gwyn’s first reaction was whether she had not slept all night.
“Mm.” Hysilens did not deny it, simply saying softly, “I need to protect you.” “…” Gwyn smiled helplessly, “Now that I’m awake, you can get some good rest.
If anything happens, I’ll wake you up immediately, okay?” “Okay.” Hearing this, Hysilens immediately closed her eyes, her breathing steady and long.
Her delicate skin appeared exceptionally fair in the warm sunlight, and her exquisite face was serene and indifferent; even just watching her was not boring.
And while Gwyn was guarding Hysilens and counting her eyelashes, a magnificent army in the distance was galloping toward the direction of Hanging Blade City, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
Before the army set off, Nikador, who had just conquered a city-state and casually shot out one of Aigle’s eyes, had already set off first to return to defend Hanging Blade City— Yesterday, the army received an emergency message from Hanging Blade City that a Titan had come to attack.
Nikador, without hesitation, was the first to return.
Not long after Hysilens fell asleep, a deafening sound echoed throughout Hanging Blade City, accompanied by bursts of cheers— The Titan of Strife, Nikador, had returned to his loyal Hanging Blade City.