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Boboiboy Fanfiction
© Boboiboy | Animonsta Studio
A/N: The entire story is purely fictional, and the author does not profit from writing this story. If there are any similarities in ideas, character names, or locations, they are purely coincidental.
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For the umpteenth time, I stared at the mark on my back through the reflection in the mirror. I wasn’t particularly curious at first, but every time Maripos helped me dress or bathe, he would always touch that mark. Whenever I asked why he was so interested in the mark on my back, he would answer that he wanted to know where it came from. Even though I had already told him that if I knew, I would have told him immediately.
The mark is shaped like a pair of bird wings, colored blue. Blue, hmm... That’s right, when I carried Maripos to the city, didn’t Blue come with us? Then why I didn't see it when I woke up? Was it already gone? Had the bird returned to where it came from? Besides, what was it even doing there? That forest is so far from where I freed it. How it found us in that forest remains a mystery to me.
I looked at my back again, this time much lower. The whirlwind mark on this body looks pitiful compared to Duri’s. But according to Maripos, its color has returned because I’ve started using my powers. Does that mean its color will become as vibrant as Duri’s if I keep using my powers?
Sigh... this world is truly full of mysteries.
When I came out of the bathroom, I was surprised to find Halilintar sitting casually in one of the chairs, reading the book I read with Maripos last night. The young man looked up when he heard the door open, smiling warmly as he always did when he was with me.
“You have an interesting taste in books, Taufan.”
Eh?
Eh?!
AAA!! That stupid novel about an illogical romance written by an author who daydreaming too much!!
“No! You’re misunderstanding! I don’t like books like that! I only read it because the maid at Count Balakung’s residence recommended it!”
Halilintar laughed, laughing at me as I tried to explain why I was reading that book. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. Why did I agree to read that book? Ah, right. It was because Tarisa—the maid girl I had taken hostage—said it was an interesting book. In reality, the contents of that book were utter nonsense! A love story between a poor girl and a prince. The entire thing was complete rubbish! It only focused on their romance and didn’t resolve the existing problems properly! Not to mention there were so many ambiguous scenes in it. It’s so embarrassing that Halilintar knows I read something like that!
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with reading it. Maybe you’re hoping to find a girl like her?” The smile on Halilintar’s face looked unpleasant, as if he was teasing me right now.
“Or do you want to find the Prince?”
What the heck is that?!
“By the way, why are you here, Your Highness?”
Halilintar closed the book in his hand. “Ah, I wanted to take you out for a walk.”
“A walk?”
“Yes. Didn’t I promise to buy you a new book?”
“But didn’t you make that promise for when we’re in Tarín City?”
Halilintar didn’t say anything, he just smiled. I don’t understand why Halilintar wants to take me out for a walk now, when I thought we would continue our journey right away. I’m not refusing, really, I’m just confused.
“Is it okay?”
I’m afraid that this city is like Thaya Village, where the people didn’t like me. I’m afraid I’ll cause trouble for Halilintar, even though he’s one of the candidates to become King. What will people say if they see him walking around with me?
"Don't worry. The majority of Fontis City's residents are followers of the Water God; they are calm and peaceful people as long as you don't disturb them."
Alright, I trust Halilintar's judgment. Besides, I'm already bored of just staying inside the room or carriage all day. It's good to do something a little fun, right?
After gaining my approval, Halilintar patted my shoulder and left the room. He said he would let Maripos help me get ready. Being a noble is troublesome, huh? The clothes you wear daily—no matter how fine they are—can't be worn when going out. There's another set of clothing for that. So many rules of etiquette.
When I stepped out of the room, I found Halilintar leaning against the wall beside the door. He must have been waiting for me. He smiled, extended his hand, and said, "Allow me to be your knight today, Your Highness."
I laughed at Halilintar's joke. I placed my hand on his and replied, "Take good care of me, Sir Knight."
When we exited the inn, there was already a carriage waiting for us. It wasn't the carriage I'd been riding in all this time; this one was much smaller and simpler in comparison. Still, it wasn’t something an ordinary person would ride in.
"Maripos isn’t coming with us?" I asked when I noticed the silver-haired young man wasn’t anywhere around. It was strange; there was no way Maripos would be late. He’s always a step ahead of me, and he’s also always the one waiting for me.
"No, it’s just the two of us today. Maripos has other matters to attend to."
I wonder what kind of matter could be so important that Maripos wouldn’t accompany me. Perhaps something urgent that couldn’t be left unattended. Captain Fang and Commander Kaika were nowhere to be seen either; they were probably busy training or something like that. Besides, Halilintar is the best swordsman in Ignisia, so I guess there won’t be any trouble even if we don’t bring any guards.
Fontis City is a beautiful city. Like Tarín City, which has many people with various activities, so too does Fontis City. Perhaps because the majority of its people are followers of Vaser, the Water God, you can easily find fountains in this city. Additionally, there is a large lake near the city with a small structure resembling a temple in the middle of it. Halilintar said that it was a small temple built for Vaser, where the city’s residents often give their offerings. They would place their offerings on boats woven from palm leaves and send them to the center of the lake. They believe that if their boat reaches the small temple, their prayers will be granted by Vaser.
Halilintar took me around the market, saying I might find something interesting. I thought so too. And perhaps I could find something to bring back as a gift for Duri.
There were many stalls selling beautiful trinkets. We approached one and began looking for something good.
"Is there anything you like?"
"Hm... I’m still looking."
There were so many items. I didn’t know the names of them all, but they looked like beautiful jewelry crafted with care. I picked up a brooch with a pale purple gemstone. Its color reminded me of Maripos's eyes. Ah... I wanted to give this to him.
"Do you like that?"
"Um... but I didn’t bring any money with me."
"I’ll buy it for you."
"No. That’s not necessary. Besides, I want to give it to Maripos. It wouldn’t be right to give someone a gift using someone else’s money." I reluctantly put the brooch back. If I had known I’d find something like this, I would’ve asked Maripos to give me some money. Yeah, I never carry money myself; Maripos worries I’ll become a target for robbery. I share the same concern, after all. Robbery is something that can happen anywhere and anytime, right?
"Just take it; after all, it’ll be yours. You have the right to do whatever you want with it after that."
Having a wealthy older brother sure is nice. I picked up the brooch again and then continued searching. I found something like a charm with tassels and beads. As I held it up, the seller smiled and immediately approached me. "That’s a sword ornament. It’s very suitable for a young man like you. It’s quite trendy now, especially among those who carry swords."
Hearing that, I glanced at Halilintar instead. He was also examining the trinkets on display. I didn’t need something like this since I didn’t even know how to use a sword. However, Halilintar was a skilled swordsman, and he even had his sword with him now. Would it still count as a gift if it was bought with Halilintar’s money? I decided not to care about that.
"Are there any other designs?"
"Oh, certainly, young master." As he said this, the seller put away the box of sword ornaments and brought out another wooden box. Inside, there were various ornaments. I picked one that caught my eye. It had a simple design with red thread tassels, and at one end, there was a black pearl.
"An excellent choice, young master. Are you sure you don’t want something more luxurious?" The seller pointed at one made of golden thread, but I thought it wouldn’t suit Halilintar.
"No, I’ll take this one."
"Very well. Is there anything else?"
"Do you have something green that reminds you of a forest?"
"A forest? Ah... we have an interesting new arrival today." Saying this, he put away the box of sword ornaments and brought out another box. It was filled with sparkling gemstones. The seller picked up a small stone about the size of a thumb and handed it to me. It was green—I didn’t know any other name for the color—and it sparkled, resembling Duri’s eyes. So beautiful. I was sure Duri would love it.
"I like this one."
"Very well, I’ll wrap it up for you. Is there anything else you’d like, young master?"
"I don’t think so."
I let the seller take the brooch, the sword ornament, and the gemstone. While waiting, I began observing my surroundings. The atmosphere of the market in Fontis City wasn’t as bustling as I’d heard about Tarín City. The merchants offered their goods gently, not shouting to attract customers, and the customers who came also spoke softly. The seller serving us spoke that way too. Perhaps that was the characteristic of this city. They were as gentle as water, calm and peaceful, like the lake in this city. But even though they seemed peaceful, water could sometimes be dangerous. Isn’t there a saying, "Still waters run deep"? People like them could be very dangerous if disturbed.
But I was happy to be here. I didn’t have to worry about other people’s gazes and could enjoy my time walking around with Halilintar without any disturbances.
"Sorry to keep you waiting; here are your items."
I turned back to the stall we had visited. By then, Halilintar had already taken the package the seller handed him, and he had also paid for it.
I never realized shopping without spending your own money could be this enjoyable. I should bring Halilintar shopping more often. I asked the seller about the location of a bookstore in the city. He gave me directions to the best one, and I pulled Halilintar toward it. He had promised to buy me books, so he had to keep his word. Halilintar laughed as I tugged on his hand, saying I was like an excited child. Come on, I didn’t know when I’d get another chance to leave the palace, so I was making the most of it.
The bookstore, as the seller had said, was filled with all kinds of books. I loved it—so many interesting books with various covers. Ah, this place was beautiful.
"Oh! The second volume is out!" I picked up an orange-covered book from the shelf. It was the second volume of a novel I’d been reading. I loved the first one. It was a story about a young man who wanted to conquer the world. The author was amazing at portraying the characters, and the plot was so intriguing that it always left me curious. Not to mention the magical elements in it that made you want to dive into that world. Even though I was already living in a book.
"Do you like that story?"
"Yes! Maripos read it with me a few weeks ago. I’m so curious about what happens next. Will the protagonist gain the trust of the fairies and continue his journey, or will he sacrifice his only good friend to move forward? And then—" I stopped talking when I realized Halilintar was just watching me. Oh, it must be annoying to hear me ramble about the novel I was reading.
"Sorry. I got too excited. It must be annoying to listen to me talk like this."
"No, go on. I like seeing you like this. It’s been a long time."
Halilintar smiled, but for some reason, I felt he was sad. Especially his crimson eyes, which seemed to be reminiscing about memories that couldn’t be relived. Was it his memories with the original Taufan? I wished I had a bit of the original Taufan’s memories so I’d know how to comfort Halilintar.
To distract Halilintar from his sadness, I invited him to browse the bookstore, looking for other books and recommending a few to him. In the end, I only chose two books from the many in the store. There are still plenty of books in the palace I haven’t read yet. I should finish those first before asking for new ones.
Somehow, we ended up in the city square, sitting by the fountain and enjoying the view of Fontis City. It’s so beautiful. I think I’m starting to enjoy life as someone who’s entered a book.
“Taufan, I’ll be over there for a bit. Is it okay if you wait here?” Halilintar pointed to a bar. Wow… it seems like the people in this city love drinking so much that there’s a bar open in the middle of the day.
“Sure. Besides, I’m not a kid.”
Halilintar ruffled my hair and even whispered, “Such a kid,” before walking away.
I still find it hard to believe that people in Fontis City love drinking so much that bars are open during the day. Or maybe it’s just some of them. After all, I’ve often seen drunk people in the middle of the day in my world. Perhaps it’s a form of escape for some of the city’s residents. But they must be peaceful drunks since I haven’t seen anyone causing trouble yet.
Where else should we go? I’ve seen so much of Fontis City, even bought a few things too. Maybe returning to the inn would be a good idea. I’m sure Maripos has finished all his errands for the day. We could read together. I’d finish the nonsensical novel I started last night with him. At least the character named Joanne is entertaining in an otherwise annoying story.
Oh, right. I remembered some things my brother told me about The True Heir of Ignisia. Halilintar is supposed to have a fiancée. But he rejected his prospective bride on the very first day they met and earned the nickname “The Heartbreaker Prince.” My brother didn’t tell me why Halilintar refused the girl. Maybe he already has someone he loves? But as far as I know, the novel doesn’t have a romance genre. The True Heir of Ignisia is just a story about Halilintar’s journey to become a king. He does have some female friends along the way, but none of them manage to capture his heart. Even so, Halilintar is bound by palace rules. He’s of marrying age, and don’t nobles usually arrange marriages for their children when they’re still young?
If the story, which begins six years from now when Halilintar is 24, only starts addressing his engagement, isn’t that quite late? Has he been rejecting engagements all this time? But how is that possible? He’s the first prince and the strongest candidate to be king.
I can understand Taufan’s position. He’s a discarded prince. What noble would want to give their daughter to a prince with no future? Besides, he’s always sick and has a very frail body. Marrying him would only make his partner suffer. Gempa also prefers traveling to various places. He’d see a partner as a chain tying him to one spot, and I’m sure he wouldn’t like that. Unless his partner also loves traveling as much as he does.
I don’t know much about Blaze and Ice since I’ve never met them, but based on what I remember, Blaze is someone who loves war. Similar to Ignis. He’s always on the battlefield and loves challenging people to fight him. Meanwhile, Ice… he’s very reserved. But as far as I know, he’s just like Blaze, always on the battlefield, only returning when absolutely necessary.
Duri… ah, he’s a romantic. Maybe when he grows up, he’ll meet someone he likes. As for Solar, he’s entirely focused on his studies. I feel like if he weren’t involved in the fight for the throne, Solar would just want to spend his time in the library, reading books all day or conducting various research. Maybe he’d travel to meet other scholars and learn new things.
There must be a reason Halilintar keeps rejecting engagements and defying tradition.
“So pretty.”
Huh?
I snapped out of my thoughts because of that voice. In front of me stood a little girl with fiery red hair. She looked directly into my eyes, her gaze sparkling. It reminded me of Duri when I made a new cake for him. I glanced left and right to find the girl’s parents, but I didn’t see any adults who looked like her or seemed to be searching for her.
“So pretty!”
Huh?
“Me?” I pointed at myself, and the girl nodded. She smiled widely, showing two missing upper teeth. It made me laugh; she’s so cute.
“Thank you. What’s your name?”
“Lilia.”
“What a beautiful name. I’m Taufan.”
“Oh! Like the prince’s name!”
I just smiled at her. I was surprised she knew about Taufan and still smiled. Lilia, the little girl, sat beside me. She said she loves watching the fountain behind us. I can understand why she likes it; it really is beautiful.
“Brother, your eyes are so pretty. Like the gemstone of the God Vaser!”
I blinked quickly. I know Taufan has blue eyes that sparkle in the light. They’re very beautiful, like they’re made of shimmering gemstones. But are they really that pretty, or is it just because Lilia is a child and drawn to shiny things? Besides, comparing Taufan’s eyes to the gemstone of the God Vaser feels… odd. After all, Taufan is blessed by Vint, the Goddess of Wind.
“Haha… really?”
“Uh-huh! So pretty!”
Well, it's just the words of a child. I stroking Lilia's hair and letting her tell me about her daily life while we waited for Halilintar. This girl must be around the same age as Duri, if not younger. Listening to her talk like this reminded me of Duri, and I missed that kid a little. Maybe I should bake something delicious once I get back to the palace.
Lilia was still chatting when an explosion suddenly echoed. The ground shook, and I instinctively grabbed Lilia to protect her. She clung to me tightly, her body trembling in fear. In the distance, smoke began to rise. The townsfolk started shouting something. At that moment, I could only stare at the bar Halilintar had entered earlier. Where was he?
"Brother, I’m scared," Lilia said, clutching my clothes tightly. Her eyes were watery, and her lips trembled. I bent down to look at her, offering the best reassuring smile I could manage while stroking her hair.
"Don’t be afraid; everything will be okay."
Honestly, those were just empty words because I wasn’t sure if everything would be okay or not. When I lifted my head again, two fireballs came hurtling toward Lilia and me. Without thinking, I raised my hand, bracing myself for excruciating pain. But it never came. When I opened my eyes—which I hadn’t realized I’d closed—I found myself still standing in the same spot with Lilia, but now surrounded by some sort of translucent shield with a bluish hue.
Did... did I do this?!
No, that didn’t matter. What mattered now was finding a safe place. I quickly picked Lilia up and ran away from there. Just seconds after we left the fountain, a body flew and crashed into it, shattering it completely. What shocked me more was that the person who hit the fountain wasn’t dead and still managed to stand. It was a teenage boy with brown hair and sun-kissed skin. In his hand, flames flickered like something out of a fantasy movie.
Then someone else appeared—a figure dressed entirely in black with their face concealed by a mask. They held a sword in their hand. They looked strong and dangerous. I could tell, especially when their gaze landed on me. I shivered in fear, taking a step back and holding Lilia tighter.
When the figure in black lunged toward me, the boy with the flames jumped in and stopped them. They began to fight. I took the opportunity to escape with Lilia. I kept running but was stopped when something was thrown in my direction. Fortunately, I managed to dodge it.
It was the flame-wielding boy. He didn’t look good. His body was covered in wounds and blood. At that moment, I had no idea what was going on between him and the figure in black, but I knew nothing good would come from getting involved. So I intended to ignore the injured boy, even though my conscience screamed at me to help him. However, when I turned to run in another direction, I found myself face-to-face with the figure in black.
"Ah... What do we have here? A delicate flower strayed from his prince."
Honestly, I hated that nickname. Why did every villain I met always call me a flower? Do I look like I have petals and leaves? That’s something I’ll ponder later—if I survive this encounter.
I took slow steps backward, trying to create distance between myself and the person in front of me. When they lunged at me, I resigned myself to my fate, knowing I wouldn’t be able to escape or fight back. But no pain came. I had braced myself for unbearable agony before death, yet when I opened my eyes—again, without realizing I’d closed them—I saw Halilintar standing in front of me. He held a sword with a black and red blade in his hand. Sparks of electricity flickered from his body.
Halilintar glanced back at me, then his eyes shifted to the injured boy lying on the ground not far from us. At that moment, I saw frustration in Halilintar’s eyes, though I didn’t know why. I decided to ignore it for now.
I didn’t need to be told to run. As soon as Halilintar refocused on the figure in black, I rushed away with Lilia. I set the girl down once we were far enough from the battle. I told her to find a safe place and stay there until the situation calmed down. Lilia hesitated for a moment but eventually did as I said. Once I saw her leave, I turned back. I returned to where Halilintar was fighting—not to watch the fight; I wasn’t foolish enough to risk my life for that. I knew Halilintar was strong; he wasn’t called Ignisia’s swordmaster for nothing. So I was confident he could defeat the figure in black.
My reason for returning was the injured boy still lying on the ground. When I approached him, he was struggling to get up, his body trembling.
He looked shocked to see me, probably because he’d seen me and Lilia run earlier. He likely hadn’t expected me to come back. I knelt in front of him, extending my hand to help him up. The boy still looked surprised, but he accepted my help. His body was quite heavy—not like Lilia, who was still a child. But I knew I could carry him. I’d carried Maripos through the forest alone; there was no way I couldn’t carry this boy to safety. Supporting him slowed us down too much, so I knelt in front of him, telling him to climb onto my back.
"Why are you here?" the boy asked after we’d walked far enough from the battle.
"Did you want me to leave you there while they fought with inhuman powers?"
The boy snorted. I would’ve been offended if my life weren’t on the line.
"That’s not what I meant. I mean, why are you in this city?"
"I’m just a tourist passing through."
"Tourist?"
I could hear the disbelief in the boy's voice. But I chose not to comment on it. Whether he believed me or not was up to him. The fact remained that I had just saved his life from the inhuman battle now raging between Halilintar and whoever that person in black was.
"Yes. Now stay quiet and let me think about where to take us to stay safe."
I was certain I heard a scoff, but thankfully, the boy didn’t say anything else. For now, it was better to find a safe place to hide. My best option was to return to the inn. Unfortunately, the streets of this city looked so similar that I was completely lost. I had no idea which way to go to get back to the inn.
"Go over there." The boy on my back suddenly spoke, pointing toward a building that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. The old structure appeared ready to collapse at any moment, making me skeptical of the boy’s suggestion.
"Are you sure?"
"Just go there. Do you know any other safe place?"
I rolled my eyes at the irritation in his tone. Even so, I did as he said. The closer I got to the building, the more I could see how decrepit it truly was. I couldn’t believe this place would keep us safe. If the person in black didn’t end up killing us, then this crumbling building certainly would! It looked like it would fall apart the moment we stepped inside!
I set the boy down from my back to open the wooden door, which appeared to be rotting. Contrary to my expectation that it would break apart the moment I touched it, the door was surprisingly sturdy—so much so that I had to exert a lot of effort to open it. The door creaked loudly as it swung open, probably because its hinges were rusted. I helped the boy—whose name I still didn’t know—into the building and then closed the door behind us.
The interior of the building was pitch dark, with the only light coming from a broken window without curtains. Then, the boy I had rescued lit a flame in his hand. The glow from the fire illuminated the room, though not enough to see clearly. At least we could make out the state of the place. It seemed to be an abandoned mansion. From the outside, it hadn’t looked like one. The room we entered appeared to be a living room or something similar. There were many overturned chairs and tables, a dusty crystal chandelier shattered on the floor, numerous paintings on the walls that were damaged either by age or something else, but other than that, the room was nearly empty. Looters must have taken most of the valuables after the place was abandoned. Judging by how chaotic it was, I guessed the owners had left in a hurry, without time to pack their belongings. I also noticed some dark stains on the peeling white walls. They looked like old, dried bloodstains. This must have been the site of a murder!
Wait! Did I just rescue a murderer?!
I turned around cautiously, my heart pounding in anticipation. The boy I had saved earlier was now lying on one of the sofas that seemed intact despite being covered in dust. Somehow, he had made the flame float in the middle of the room to serve as a light source. I hadn’t let my guard down around him, even though he now looked helpless. If he wasn’t a murderer, he could still be a thief, and this might be his hideout! Besides, his disheveled appearance only made me more suspicious. Was I going to be killed for discovering his hiding place?! But he was the one who told me to come here!
"Ugh!" The sound startled me. I saw the boy, who had been lying on the sofa, move slightly but then stop. He clutched his stomach, reminding me that his condition was far from good.
Damn my conscience.
I could only sigh and approach him. He seemed wary—though I was the one who should have been cautious—as I drew closer. I didn’t say anything to him, just reached into my pocket and handed him a small bottle filled with a silvery liquid.
"What’s this?"
"Moonflower extract[1] and fairy tears[2]."
[1] Moonflower is a magical plant created for this story. Its bloom is round, silvery white with yellow stamens hanging out, and it only grows under moonlight, blooming on a full moon. It has many health benefits, one of which is healing wounds.
[2] Fairy tears are an ingredient used in potions for healing wounds. They are often combined with Moonflower to maximize their effectiveness.
"Wait—What?!"
"I said, it’s Moonflower extract and fairy tears."
"I heard you the first time, but what I meant is, how can you give something so valuable away just like that? Do you even know who I am?"
Huh? What is he talking about? I have plenty of these in the Sunset Palace Warehouse. There are dozens of similar small bottles and even more of other kinds. Besides, the one I gave him was one of the gifts from Count Balakung. Ever since that bandit attack incident, Maripos has insisted that I always carry a healing potion. He said you never know when you’ll get hurt. Once again, he’s right. Maripos really does suit being a mother. I should start calling him Mother Maripos. It sounds fitting.
“I gave it to you because you’re injured. Why? Are you some kind of thief who doesn’t like accepting charity?”
The teenager threw something at me—I didn’t even notice what it was—but I managed to dodge it. This brat! I should’ve just left him there! Ah, no. My conscience would torment me if I left him. I’m just too kind, apparently.
The teenager didn’t protest anymore. He opened the bottle and drank its contents.
“What’s your name, and why was that person chasing you?” I decided to pry for some information from the teenager.
He stared at me for a moment, then at the small bottle in his hand. “Az—Ace. My name’s Ace. I don’t even know who that person is. They just appeared out of nowhere and started attacking me.”
“Are you sure you didn’t commit some crime that made them hold a grudge against you?”
“Hey! Everyone loves me, and it’s not my fault if they doesn’t like me.”
Ugh, teenage logic. I just shrugged. I fixed the position of one of the chairs, dusted it off, and sat down. Maripos would be furious if he saw me showing up with dirty clothes, but he’d have to blame it all on Halilintar. He’s the one who dragged me on this trip, not the other way around.
“Are you really just a tourist in this city?”
“What, did you expect me to be? A prince looking for his true love?”
The teenager—Ace—gave me an unimpressed look. But then, he burst out laughing. The way he laughed felt oddly familiar, as if I’d met him somewhere before. Or maybe someone in my world used to laugh just like him? But I don’t recognize his face or voice at all. How strange.
“In that case, you’re just an unlucky tourist who got involved in all of this.”
I muttered, “I know,” not expecting Ace to hear me. The teenager then started taking off his clothes, probably to check his wounds. Meanwhile, I began thinking about Halilintar and Lilia. I hope they’re okay. There’s nothing I can do to help Halilintar right now other than hide. I wish I could’ve brought Lilia to hide with me, but bringing one person was already difficult enough—how could I possibly bring two? I’m not as strong as Halilintar or Commander Kaika. Just being able to protect myself is already a miracle.
Am I cursed with Taufan’s bad luck or something?