Chapter 236 Please rely on me and use me unscrupulously

Why not call his name?

Although she was puzzled, Vephia responded, "Isidore, haven't I been calling your name all the time?"

"No," he muttered, shaking his head. "No, not this."

Isidore now looked like a fragile ice flower that would break at the slightest breeze.

Vifiya did not speak again, but just looked at him quietly.

The cabin was silent. Isidore raised his head. The girl beside him looked at him without any impatience or disgust.

Her ability to hide her emotions was much better than his. If she deliberately didn't want him to know, he wouldn't be able to sense it.

His eyes passed over her face and fell on her earrings. She had been wearing the earrings he gave her.

What he gave her was hers.

Before he could react, he could already feel the cool touch of the earrings on his fingers. The touch was not unfamiliar. After all, every gem in the earrings was carefully selected by him, and every carving was done by his hands. The earrings were full of his magic.

He stared at the earring without blinking, his eyes focused but empty.

Vifia glanced at his hand beside her face, then moved her eyes back to his face which was very close to her. His attention was all on the earrings, and he didn't seem to notice the distance between them.

He slowly moved his head closer to her neck, and his warm breath on her naked skin seemed like a test, and she did not refuse.

He carefully buried his head in the crook of her neck.

Vifiya's neck is fluffy due to the soft hair.

"Vifiya, why don't you call my name?" he asked stubbornly.

Without waiting for her answer, and as if afraid of hearing the answer, he abruptly changed the subject and rambled on: "Do you still remember Granny Mopp from the tavern in Monbechin Village? You used to go there often. She brewed a barrel of Starling Bailey for you, which you could drink on the day you came of age. The name written on it was Xiaohui. She doesn't remember you, she..."

He seemed to suddenly think of something and stopped talking. Vifiya didn't remember it, so he couldn't bring it up again.

He thought meanly, if she could remember the past, would she linger on him for a little longer? Would she look at him a little more after looking at other people and other things?

He had clearly made up his mind. If she couldn't remember, then forget it. It would be fine if he was the only one who remembered it. It was enough for him to remember it.

He nuzzled his head against the crook of her neck, trying to memorize her current scent.

Vifiya's eyes flashed. Don't you remember her?

Her breathing was steady, she could hear his heartbeat, and she would not respond to anything he said about the past, including the future.

She has no future, she can't see her future.

Her hands hanging by her side did not move, and she just let him get closer. She said, "Isidore, there are some things you have to tell me before I know them. Don't make me guess, okay?"

In the silence of the cabin, Vifiya finally heard his trembling voice with a thick nasal tone: "Vifiya, am I really unreliable?"

"Why is it that every time, every time you are in danger, you don't call my name?"

There was a slight pause in his voice, and his words were soft, as soft as bubbles floating in the air falling on the water, ready to burst at any moment: "Vifiya, do you hate me?"

"Vefiya..."

"Vifiya, can you continue to lie to me?"

Lie to me and say I'm reliable, lie to me that you believe me, lie to me that you don't hate me, but don't admit it, okay?

The fabric on Vifiya's shoulders felt wet. Although there was no sound, she seemed to hear dripping water.

His crying was silent, just as it had been when she had left him on St. Fagus Island, and if she hadn't felt the tears, she wouldn't have noticed he was crying.

She suddenly remembered his wish, his wish before she left.

All wishes related to her.

"I just..." Isidore's suppressed sobbing voice was heard in his ears, "I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I want you to feel no pain."

"I want you to be happy."

"I really..." His breathing was unsteady, "I really like being with Vifiya."

It seemed that if he said a little more, even if Vifiya hated him, she would change her mind and continue to lie to him.

He had no confidence, he really had no confidence. Would Vifiya be soft-hearted for him?

"What you mean to me, Vifiya, I can answer you now."

In fact, the answer has always been very simple, but Isidore at that time didn't know how to describe it or how to tell her.

By the time he understood, she was gone.

When he met her again, she no longer remembered what she had asked.

"You are..." He squeezed her shoulders gently with his shaking hands, "everything."

Vifia's breathing was disordered for a moment, but before Isidore noticed, it returned to normal, and her eyes remained calm.

"Use me." He cried and begged, his whole body trembling. This was all he had, this was all he had left.

"Please."

"Use me."

He would make himself better and more valuable, and he would be able to stand in front of her at any time.

So, please call my name when you are in danger.

Please use me without restraint.

Vifiya stammered a few times, and her eyes, looking down at him, were complicated and faintly sad.

She seemed to have trapped Isidore without realizing it.

It was not until this moment that Vifiya realized that she had been wrong. She had greatly underestimated her weight in his heart.

She suppressed the trembling in her heart. Isidore's care for her was always kept within the same range, even if this range was still higher than the care between friends.

Why? Weifeiya couldn't help asking, why?

Did she do anything to make him misunderstand?

All his care for her came from their encounter on St. Fagus Island, but she did nothing at all. She only did one thing for him, which was to pay the world's price on his behalf.

Everything she did was ultimately selfish, and she did it all for herself.

Vifiya felt a lump in her throat and sighed softly, "Isidore, I shouldn't be the only one in your life."

Just like Osa, although according to Mrs. Selulaan, Osa exists because of her, she still doesn't hope that Osa really exists because of her.

Osa is a person with her own personality. Even if Vifiya decides to be her friend and help her, she hopes that everything is decided by Osa's own will.

She had been trapped by the former Marquis for a long time...

No, that might not be the real reason.

She didn't dare to bear the burden of a person's life, and she didn't want to trap their lives because of her.

…

She was already trapped.

They were all so kind to her, and she didn't want them to be trapped too.

Isidore, who was buried in her neck, became stiff because of her words. He didn't dare to look up or look at her.

"You...are you going to leave me again?"

…

No, no, no...

Vifiya...

She never stopped for him.

The intense pain in his heart finally brought him back to consciousness. The sticky feeling in his head dissipated a little, but the fear in his heart grew more and more intense.

He is greedy, he is too greedy.

Obviously at the beginning I just wanted to be able to look at her.

The hand on her shoulder gradually loosened, and the lowered head slowly moved away, keeping a distance from her again.

He seemed to have crossed the line, he thought uneasily.

He lowered his eyes, feeling powerless, and supported himself on the chair with his right hand, trying to distance himself from her.

A soft hand with thin calluses suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him over. He lost his balance and swayed. His silver pupils suddenly widened, and the girl's figure also expanded in his eyes. He smelled her scent again.

The girl placed a hand on his back, and he could hear her steady heartbeat, a heartbeat that didn't need his confirmation.

My heart is filled with her warmth.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Whose heartbeat is this? It makes his ears hurt.

"Isidore, won't you listen to me?"

The girl's helpless yet indulgent voice was in my ears.

"I used to be used to being alone, so when I encountered danger, my first thought was to find a solution myself."

"Isidore, you are very reliable. It is I who prefers to handle danger on my own first, and I probably won't change in the future."

"Isidore, it was you who called and found me before I did."

Isidore in her arms breathed lighter and lighter with each word she spoke.

"Isidore, aren't we friends?"

"Of course I don't want you to get hurt. I also want you to be happy. I'm also very happy to be with you, Osa and the others."

Vefiya tapped his back gently with one hand, reminding him, and then placed her other hand on top: "Breathe, Isidore."

The boy, who had stopped breathing at some point, subconsciously followed her instructions. The cool air rushed into his nostrils, washing away the chaos in his mind.

Since she left St. Fagus Island, Vifia had never hugged Isidore again. Today's hug was just because she felt he needed it. She just remembered that one of little Isidore's wishes was that he wanted her to hug him.

"Isidore, I want you to care about yourself more than I do about me."

As God's favorite and the human with the most powerful magic in the world, he should be proud, and he has the capital to be proud.

Vifiya rubbed his back, trying to brush away his uneasiness. Her eyelids fluttered in thought, a look he couldn't detect. "Isidore, can you tell me what happened after you came to the Western Continent?"

She always felt that something was wrong with him and it was related to this.

Isidore, who was a head taller than her, lowered his head and asked softly, "Can I hold you?"

"Um."

After getting her permission, he put his arms around her and nestled in her arms.

"That place is not good, you shouldn't go there." Isidore said in a muffled voice. He would not refuse to answer any of her questions. "They will attack outsiders, and the flow of time is different from outside."

He adjusted his breathing to steady himself so as not to disturb her from listening to him. "I just wanted to find you, but they were all trying to stop me. I got a magic source and accidentally got cursed."

Vifiya's eyes moved. Curse?

She asked, "Are you hurt? Is the curse a big problem?"

Isidore shook his head and nuzzled into her arms. His heart, which had been fluctuating wildly, was easily lifted by her concern. "No, it's okay. I'll take care of it. The curse won't affect you."

After a brief gaze, Vifiya sighed: "I'm asking, if it affects you?"

His eyelashes trembled.

"It scares me," he replied, tightening his hold on her.

It seems that this is the culprit, Vifiya thought.

Before she could speak, Isidore continued, "Vefia, I'll take care of it."

Vifiya lowered her eyes to look at him and asked, "Before that, how can I not let you get scared and hold you like I did tonight?"

Isidore was stunned and silent for a while. He knew that today's hug was an exception for her.

"Holding hands." His voice was low, but loud enough for her to hear clearly. He asked tentatively, "Is it okay to hold hands?"

"Okay." Vifiya agreed without thinking. Hugging or holding hands was nothing to her. On the contrary, the naked honesty tonight was a rare experience.

She wasn't very used to it.

Isidore was still vaguely uneasy, and he took the initiative to leave her arms and put some distance between them.

That was enough for him.

The crimson eyes enveloped him.

"Isidore."

Her voice always caught his attention easily.

"I don't hate you," he heard her say.

"I won't hug someone I hate."

"Do you need me to prove it to you?"

The last bit of uneasiness was dispelled, and warmth spread across my cheeks again.

Vifiya sighed for the umpteenth time tonight: "Why are you crying again? Are you a crybaby?"

Isidore reached out to wipe away his tears. The fear in his heart was driven away by her, but his head was still dizzy due to being drunk.

But he finally realized what was happening and turned his head awkwardly, with the tips of his ears stained red.

"I'm not... a crybaby."

Seeing that he was much better and now looked embarrassed, Vifiya couldn't help but smile. It was rare to see Isidore like this.

Vifiya was unwilling to ask or answer what his feelings were for her and what kind of relationship he wanted between them.

All she could do was to make him feel at ease without responding to him.