As dusk settled, after handing out the last loaf of bread, the two walked hand in hand back to the two-story cottage beside the shop, ignoring the astonished stares of the neighbors.

The aunties huddled together, whispering and chattering away, spinning a dozen different theories about Witt and Kaelxi’s relationship. Many young men who’d once pursued Kaelxi ground their teeth in frustration—they’d been beaten to the punch before even getting a chance.

Over the past six months, Kaelxi’s striking beauty had made her the talk of the street. Naturally, lovestruck youths had flocked to become her admirers.

Though she’d dearly loved to beat the senseless out of those lecherous fools, she’d forced herself to politely decline them all—after all, how could a delicate Elf girl possibly act so crudely?

Catching the murderous glares some youths shot Witt, Kaelxi hadn’t expected holding hands would have this effect.

*Huh. This idiot’s actually useful for something. At least those buzzing flies will shut up for a while.*

But truthfully, Kaelxi hadn’t held his hand willingly. After pretending to accept his confession, he’d simply taken her hand—and refused to let go.

"Mr. Witt, I’m home."

"*We’re* home, Kaelxi. And just call me Witt." He gazed at her with tender warmth.

"Alright… Witt. Could you… loosen your grip? I need to open the door."

Kaelxi stiffened her neck, avoiding his burning stare. Slowly, she pulled her hand—already whitened from his grip—free. She flexed her fingers, then pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the door.

Once inside, before Witt could speak, Kaelxi excused herself to prepare dinner. She rushed out again, leaving him alone.

"Just stay here," she called over her shoulder. "Don’t move. I’ll grab ingredients and be right back."

She wasn’t buying food. That was just a cover. Her real goal? Sleeping draught.

If Witt found out, she couldn’t even imagine what that stubborn, single-minded man might do.

*He’s been taking liberties all day! Today, Witt—you’re digging that mine whether you like it or not!*

Fuming, she slammed the door behind her.

Watching her hurried figure vanish, Witt sighed warmly. *Such a thoughtful girl.*

Hours passed. Night deepened. Worry gnawed at him.

Outside, the sky turned grim and heavy. His mind flooded with horrifying visions: a helpless Elf girl cornered in dark alleys by thugs—dozens of them.

He slapped his forehead. *Idiot! I should’ve followed her!*

Witt bolted out the door. *Please, let me be in time.*

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Kaelxi, basket in hand, had already bought groceries and casually dealt with a few drunken harassers. She was nearly home.

But she hadn’t gotten the sleeping draught. This was her first attempt at poisoning—she had no idea where to buy such things.

Luckily, the street had an apothecary. The owner knew her well; she often bought Grandma Elisa’s medicine there.

The thought of finally getting her hands on Witt filled her with harvest-like joy.

She skipped to the shop. "Uncle! Still open this late?"

The old man yawned, smiling fondly at her bouncing steps. "Back for Grandma’s medicine, lass?"

"Nope! I need something to calm my nerves. Can’t sleep… keep having nightmares. Oh—and the stronger, the better!"

He handed her a vial from the shelf. Kaelxi paid with copper coins counted from Witt’s wallet, just like she’d done for groceries.

The apothecary winked knowingly. "That handsome lad with you earlier… your sweetheart?"

"Eh? N-no! Uncle, why would you—?"

Her tongue tied itself. Flustered, cheeks burning, she clutched her basket and covered her face, fleeing without another word.

The old man’s laughter boomed after her. "I understand, I understand! Don’t worry—I won’t tell your grandma!"

Once far enough away, Kaelxi’s expression cooled. She snorted. "Acting is exhausting."

"Then Kaelxi shouldn’t act anymore."

Witt’s voice drifted from behind her. Her hair nearly stood on end.

A flicker of hope remained. She turned slowly. "Witt… did you… hear everything?"

"I heard it all. Why would you do this?" His voice was ice.

*Done for. Completely done for. Should’ve never schemed against him for his coin!*

Witt’s wallet sat in her basket. He’d heard her plan. Evidence was irrefutable.

Running? Useless. Fighting? He was a mage with terrifying strength.

Only one option left.

She surrendered.

Tears welled in her eyes—forced, but convincing. She needed his mercy.

"If Kaelxi has nightmares," Witt said softly, "she can tell me. Sleep beside me. I’ll protect you."

"Eh? Eh… okay…" Kaelxi stared blankly. She didn’t understand his assumption, but she nodded numbly.

"Were you… following me?"

"Not exactly. I just worried when you didn’t return. I found you at the apothecary."

Warmth bloomed in her chest. Besides Grandma Elisa, no one in this world had ever worried for her like this.

She met the earnest gaze of the young man before her. *Maybe… he’s an option? No—*

She parted her lips. "Witt…"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For caring."

"It’s my duty. I promised to protect you."

Before Kaelxi could process his words, Witt’s eyes dropped to the basket.

"This wallet—" His brow furrowed.

Panic seized her. *Forgot about that! Should I just grovel? He likes me now… maybe he’ll go easy?* She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact.

Witt’s frown melted. He gave a thumbs-up. "Great taste! Looks just like mine."

Kaelxi’s heart felt like a rollercoaster. *For a peaceful life… selling Witt to the mines might still be the answer.*