Persephone glanced at Seamus, who was still wrapped in bandages.
"Go back to rest. You are still injured and can't stand for too long," she softly said.
Seamus gazed into the distance and remained silent for a moment before smiling faintly. "Miss, am I useless?"
"What are you saying?!"
"I can't even protect you..."
A sense of guilt crawled over Persephone's heart like ivy on a wall.
"Don't be like this." She looked at him. "If not for you this time, I wouldn't know what terrible things might have happened... Seamus, thankfully, you're by my side."
"Really?" Seamus turned around.
Perhaps due to the lighting, Persephone had the feeling that Seamus looked even gloomier, like thick dark clouds on the horizon. There was an indescribable sense of oppression.
"If you had to choose between me and Morpheus, who would you choose?"
Persephone was taken aback, her hands subconsciously fiddling with her dress.
"I'm sorry. I said the wrong thing again." Seamus forced a smile. "Morpheus is the one you like, and I, to put it nicely, am your bodyguard. Bluntly speaking, I'm just a dog of the Hamertons... Heh, what right do I have to compare with Morpheus?"
"Seamus!"
Persephone felt uncomfortable. She recalled a time from her childhood when she had been riding a horse, and the horse had been alarmed out of the blue. It had galloped around the track with her. She had been terrified, screaming, and it was Seamus who had risked himself to stop the horse, placing himself beneath its hooves to save her.
Even the equestrian instructor at the time had said they, as professionals, wouldn't dare to use that method to save someone. And Seamus, at that time, was just a teenage boy. He could have easily lost his life to the horse's hooves, yet he had risked everything to protect her, choosing the most dangerous path.
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