Whoooosh…0

Rainwater, falling like a shower, soaked Hadecaine’s forest, and the thick scent of earth and trees rose. In the middle of the bushes, where insects fluttered within the visibly clear mana current, Yulie watched Deculein asleep on the bed inside the cottage’s quiet resting place.0

Worrying that Deculein might awaken from his sleep, Yulie moved without a single word or sound. Because it was a puppet’s body, sleep was unnecessary, allowing her to watch over and protect him without wasting even the slightest energy.0

… Creeeeeak.0

At that moment, the sound of the cottage door opening seeped into her ears, but Yulie did not bother to react. Instead, as if she had been waiting, she stood up, offered a chair, and turned to look behind her.0

Crunch, crunch.0

The footsteps, like someone stepping on ice, and the cautiously approaching presence soon revealed themselves.0

“You are here,” Yulie said, bowing her head slightly.0

The one who appeared now was a mage who had arranged for Yulie, who was merely a diary, to be briefly brought back to life, and who protected and honored Yulie’s intention, emotion, and memory.1

“Yes.”0

It was Epherene Luna.0

“I’m here.”0

Looking at Epherene, Yulie placed her fist on her chest and bowed her head, expressing her knightly gratitude.0

“What are you doing?” Epherene asked, blinking as if she didn't understand.0

“As expected, Miss Epherene,...0