บท 230: Chapter 225 Nightmare

"Sister, I'm scared." In the dimly lit tunnel, a seven or eight year old boy in elaborate robes clung tightly to the hem of a young woman's long dress, his face filled with terror and sadness.

"Don't be frightened, don't be frightened, your sister will protect you." The young woman, gripping a short staff in her hand, quickly lowered her head at her younger brother's cry, forcing a stiff smile on her face.

"Not only will I protect you, but these brave warriors will also protect you." The young woman in a white noble's dress crouched down, gazing at her younger brother's childish face, and pointed at the twenty or so guards before and behind her, clad in fine steel armor, with swords in one hand and shields in the other.

"I don't want their protection, I want Father to protect me." At his sister's comforting words, tears welled up in the boy's eyes and fell. He hurled himself into his sister's embrace, sobbing softly: "Sister, can you tell me, when can Father come back?"