But what broke her heart was that, despite how loudly she called, Mountain Dog Kijimaru seemed not to hear her. His steps never paused. He kept walking forward. In the blink of an eye, he left the inn and vanished from the young girl's despairing gaze.
After leaving the inn, Mountain Dog Kijimaru looked at the villagers around him and thought of the young girl under his dwarf brother. In his heart, he said disdainfully, "She looks good, but even among beauties, she is nothing more than a lowly servant."
The girl's eyes were filled with despair as she looked at the dwarf's ugly, cold face. The thought of death welled up within her.
Whoosh...
The dwarf's large hand reached for the girl's lovely face again, and she resigned herself, gently closing her eyes.
"Perhaps death is the only home I have..."
That was what the girl thought. If she had the chance, she would kill herself. After all, if she fell into the dwarf's hands, she would be better off dead.
That was what she thought, yet strangely, the expected pain never came to her face.
"Could it be that this ugly monster isn't going to hit me?"
The little girl opened her eyes in confusion and saw a large hand before her.
"Ah!"
Startled, the girl tried to back away, but the dwarf still had a firm grip on her hair, leaving her unable to move.
When she recoiled in surprise, the young girl did not move. Instead, she raised her head and looked at the large hand before her.
She had not seen clearly in her panic just now, but after calming herself, the girl saw that a fair hand was tightly gripping the dwarf's wrist, preventing his hand from moving forward even half a step.