Chapter 119

It was something many magicians unconsciously overlooked: the fact that, no matter how great Bella's abilities were, she was still a child.@@novelbin@@

Her powers were immense, but she was immature and incomplete. Darcy saw himself in Bella—he, too, had been forced to grow up too quickly. Back then, there had been no one for him to rely on, so he had to become strong. He needed the strength to stand on his own, without leaning on anyone, because there was nothing else he could trust except his own power.

But the situation was different for the girl in front of him. Bella had someone to rely on—him. Darcy, who had become a pillar for all magicians, was there. He was no longer controlled by anyone, existing solely by his own will as a human being.

Darcy lowered his eyes and whispered in a gentle voice, "Trust me."

His expression, the one he usually used to charm Marceau, easily swayed Bella.

'He doesn’t seem to be wrong,' she thought for a moment, but quickly shook her head. No, she couldn’t give in that easily!

“…But you’re alone. The soldiers and the palace magicians are many,” Bella insisted, recognizing that Darcy was strong, but her anxiety still lingered. She had seen how weak magicians could be in front of the palace soldiers. And unlike the soldiers she had encountered, she had never seen Darcy fight as a magician or swordsman. Those traumatic memories, though distant, still shackled her young heart.

Darcy realized that Bella wouldn’t back down.

'It would be better to take her somewhere safe,' he thought. If he left her here, she would find a way to follow him, no matter what. Her unyielding will, despite his words of persuasion, made that clear. Leaving her behind could be more dangerous.

With a short sigh, Darcy extended his hand to Bella.

"Huh?"

Bella, who had been clinging to his leg with fiery determination, tilted her head.

"Climb into my arms," he said softly.

You didn't buy this chapter

Buy Now (3 coupons)