Rolen pursed her lips, trying to hold back her tears, but she failed.
Her face was red, and her tears flowed continuously as her hands clutched her dress tightly.
She hurriedly walked in front of Lathel and spoke while sobbing: "Young master… huhuhu… Thank you. If it weren't for you... I... I'm afraid I would have been bought by some perverted noble. Huhuhu…"
When Lathel saw how pitiful Rolen was, he just sighed and said: "Don't worry, I've already bought you; no one will harm you."
"Uhm! Uhm! Thank you, Young Master." Rolen threw herself into Lathel's arms, hugged him tightly, buried her head in his chest, and cried.
Lathel also did not protest. On the contrary, he gently stroked Rolen's blonde hair and, with his other hand, patted her back to reassure her.
"It's okay; everything's fine, don't worry." Lathel spoke softly.
Seeing this, Miconia pouted; she felt extremely uncomfortable and said: "Do you know each other?"
