Failed To Abandon The Villain

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The soft and fluffy feeling that touched her ankle was a new sensation.

As if having difficulty, she shoved the snow tiger with her foot. Still, it ran to her and hugged her ankle again.

“… I have to go out.”

She muttered with a troubled expression.

The snow tiger’s head tilted slightly to the side.

Gwang?

Valletta took a breath. Perhaps it was because she hasn’t been immune to it for a while, but it’s definitely cute.

However, she was afraid of touching it with her hands. She felt like it would die if she touched it, and she was afraid that she would adjust her strength incorrectly.

“I’ll be back after a while.”

Gwang? Gwang!

The snow tiger replied as if it understood, but did not remove its two front paws from the embrace.

… I’m sure it didn’t understand.

Valletta rubbed her face and took a deep breath.

“If it bothers you, take it with you.”

“Will it not die? It’s a cub that I received as a gift.”

Quilt looked at Valletta with an expression saying ‘what kind of novelty was this’. He had never seen a mystical creature like a snow tiger die because it went outside.

“It won’t die.”

Quilt bluntly answered.

Valletta shrugged and looked at him for a moment, then pfft, let out a windy laugh.

“You don’t know how or when it will die.”

“I am your escort.”

“Yes, but not this cub’s escort.”

“I am to protect whatever Valletta-nim owns.”

Quilt nodded at Valletta, who asked ‘Is that so?’.

Valletta, who had been standing in place for ten minutes and pondering, leaned down and carefully held the snow tiger in her arms.

“I don’t know how to deal with the weak. I feel like it’s going to die just by touching it.”

Not expecting an answer, Valletta mumbled to herself. The quick-witted Quilt, of course, did not open his mouth.

As she walked down the arched stairs with the snow tiger in her arms, she saw Carlon Delphine waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a cloak with a fedora on his head, still looking very neat.

Carlon Delphine, who was reaching out his hand to her as she descended the stairs, furrowed his brows when he saw Quilt coming down behind her.

His stretched out hand slightly stiffened and then brought it down.

“Valletta, there seems to be some stranger.”

“Ah, this is Quilt. An escort that guy sent.”

“Escort?”

Valletta, who finished answering by nodding her head at Carlon Delphine’s question, turned her gaze  to Quilt.

“And Mr. Henchman, this is His Grace, Duke Carlon Delphine. The owner of this mansion and a person that I owe.”

“I have no desire to remember trivial things such as a Sokor’s name.”