Cermin opened his eyes, feeling a bit groggy. But before he could fully sit up, someone pushed him back down roughly.
"Stay in bed and rest, Your Highness." Ronin told him.
"But the Daemons—"
"There are no Daemons now. You have killed them all. We are safe." Ronin wore a fake smile as he sat by his side. "And it's all thanks to you."
Cermin felt a sense of familiarity from this suddenly overbearing kindness and niceness of Ronin. He had always had this impression, but it was much stronger now.
"You sometimes remind me of her….." Cermin said.
"Who?" Ronin asked, his smile disappearing as he felt dread from what Cermin was about to say.
"Nothing, it's just….. There's a very nice girl in my life once who accompanied me through so many troubles. She was like a little sister to me…. no, a reliable older sister but sounds cuter."
Ronin: ... ..... .... ...
