Vol. 9 Ch. 18: The Happiness of the Hero Who Became a Star

Cyril seated Monica on the sofa, then picked up the blanket from the floor and draped it over her shoulders.

"I should return to the front lines soon... Until you're feeling better, rest here."

"Y-yes, um... I'm sorry for everything."

She had intended to be of help, but had ended up being helped instead.

And knowing that Cyril had gone out of his way to look after her filled Monica with guilt.

But Cyril raised his chin haughtily and snorted, as was typical of him.

"Something this minor is no great problem for me, His Highness's right-hand man. Maywood from General Affairs will be back soon enough, anyway."

Seeing him puff out his chest and raise his chin, Monica somehow felt reassured. It was the usual Cyril-sama.

At first, Cyril's haughty behavior had felt intimidating, but lately it had become strangely reassuring instead.

"Cyril-sama, um..."...