It was the same pair of hands with which Mitshua was held countless times the past few days.
But the warmth they offered was something beyond words.
Today, there was no disgust in her as she let those hands hold her firmly.
"Elandor?"
"Shhhhh."
"Leave everything to me."
I put my finger on her lips to silence her and with a gentle force, buried her face in my chest.
Her body quivered but she did not resist.
Like a boat which found harbour after a stormy journey, she extended her slender fingers to hold me tightly.
She was afraid that Elandor would leave her too, feeling desperate she nestled her head deeper in his neck.
Seeing our actions Shouta raged.
"Leave her, she belongs to me."
"Trash", speaking in a tone as if I was seeing a scum I kicked him.
Even if he was the protagonist with overpowered luck and destiny, How could he take the attack of a fourth-order head-on? Plus he was still in his growing period.