In the living room, Kal'tsit stared at the shattered teacup she had smashed herself, rubbing her temples in exhaustion.
She couldn't believe she was shaken by something like this.
"Ah!"
Mon3tr let out a plaintive cry—it had just been scolded by Kal'tsit.
Kal'tsit finally realized the reason she couldn't move her feet wasn't herself—it was Mon3tr sticking to the floor.
She should have noticed Mon3tr's little antics, but instead, she had ignored everything and sat on the sofa all night.
Why had she been so shaken? Was it the long passage of time eroding her patience?
The so-called instinct to reproduce was nothing more than an ordinary person's compromise to leave their mark.
For those with longevity, reproduction wasn't a necessity, so there was no need to seek a partner.
Besides, merely watching the children she adopted grow up, age, and then die was painful enough.
If she fell for someone and had to watch them age slowly and eventually pass away... just the thought of it was unbearable for Kal'tsit.
The best solution was to keep her distance from others. As long as she sealed her emotions away, she could protect her heart and continue watching over this land.
She needed to go back.
A rare trace of weariness appeared on Kal'tsit's usually indifferent face.
Perhaps the reason she regarded Theresa differently was that Theresa saw everything Kal'tsit bore and offered her redemption when Kal'tsit could no longer take a step forward.
Could Garde do the same?
He was just an ordinary Adakrys. Even after tens of thousands of years, Kal'tsit had rarely encountered someone more exceptional than him.
But humans had their limits.
Kal'tsit's mood gradually settled. She wanted to get up, clean up the mess at her feet, and tidy the floor.
However, she had been sitting on the sofa for so long that she had to rub her legs and tap her back gently.
She couldn't help but complain inwardly—her body shouldn't feel this old.
Though people teased her as an "old lady," in person, nine out of ten would call her "wife." Who could resist a cool, white-haired feline beauty?
Garde was no exception!
At that moment, he was standing outside Kal'tsit's balcony, ready to knock on her window.
Wearing only a thin top and exposing her snowy long legs beneath its hem, Kal'tsit was stretching.
Suddenly, she noticed a shadow by the balcony.
Her heartbeat, which had just calmed, seemed to be injected with adrenaline, racing uncontrollably.
Kal'tsit's mind replayed every word she overheard that night. With her excellent memory, she could recall every conversation between Garde and Saria.
"Just do it with the one next door."
She had thought it was just a joke!
What was Garde trying to do? He really came. What should she do? She couldn't allow this. She had too much to do. She couldn't stop here.
Buzz
Garde opened the window and entered, noticing it wasn't locked.
"Kal'tsit—"
"Get out!"
Garde opened his mouth, puzzled by Kal'tsit's intense reaction as she glared at him coldly from the living room.
He was only here to leave a message.
The sun had risen, and if he didn't leave now, he'd have to wait until nightfall.
Although he didn't mind, if the guards from the Ibut Lord Ameer Residency came to search, he might be exposed.
Moreover, Garde knew his current state wasn't right. He didn't want to say much—he had already written everything he wanted to say in a letter.
"I wanted to ask about the Seaborn, but since you're in a bad mood..."
Garde left the letter and turned to leave.
Kal'tsit stood there, stunned, watching Garde's departing figure.
"Mon?"
Mon3tr peeked out from behind Kal'tsit and let out a questioning sound, not understanding why Kal'tsit drove Garde away after he came over.
Kal'tsit walked silently to the balcony, picked up the letter Garde had left, and read his message.
It explained that he planned to head to the Iberian coast soon to assist the Abyssal Hunters in slaying the Seaborn' god. He knew she had extensive knowledge of the Seaborn and hoped for her assistance. He also offered to help Babel if it encountered difficulties in return.
That man understood her better than she had imagined!
Was he really just an ordinary Adakrys?
Was his power truly from Feranmuts?
From their first meeting, he had recognized her.
Had they met before?
Kal'tsit tightened her grip on the letter. She didn't understand why she felt sad. They had fought side by side before. She should know that Garde wasn't the type to force someone against their will.
Then why did she push him away?
What was she afraid of?
Kal'tsit realized her heart was in turmoil. For the first time in countless years, a man had caused ripples within her.
She was never truly cold.
She simply rejected care from others because if she never received it, she'd never lose it.
She was only refusing—refusing to let anyone into her heart.
Theresa managed because her Originium Arts allowed her to peer into Kal'tsit's soul, leaving her unable to hide.
Garde nearly succeeded. With sheer determination, he had slowly dismantled Kal'tsit's emotional defenses.
But in the end, she pushed him away.
Her command to leave represented her distrust in Garde and her attempt to rebuild the crumbling walls of her defense.
Garde left.
If she never received, she'd never lose.
But at this moment, Kal'tsit felt as though a piece of her was missing.
This wasn't love. The time she spent with Garde wasn't enough to foster such feelings.
She couldn't love others. For her, earning her trust was far more challenging than gaining her affection.
Without trust, how could there be love?
But how many in this world could Kal'tsit truly trust?
She didn't trust Garde, so she couldn't earn his trust in return.
That's how it was supposed to be.
"Oh, I almost forgot. About the secret you owe me—next time, tell me in person."
Suddenly, Garde returned, standing outside the living room and looking at Kal'tsit.
In truth, Garde hadn't thought much of it. He just figured it was normal for Kal'tsit to yell at him to leave. What girl wouldn't be scared to find a man knocking on her window early in the morning?
Looking up, Garde saw Kal'tsit staring blankly at him.
"Hey?"
Garde tilted his head, about to step inside, but then heard another shout.
"Leave!"
Garde's mouth twitched. This time, he really prepared to leave, but not before noticing Kal'tsit turning her back to him.
Her calm voice echoed in the living room.
"Next time, use the front door."
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