"Ouch...!"
As Shane stepped out of his room, he couldn't help but exclaim.
A small figure had dashed toward him and forcefully plunged into his arms, striking his chest and giving him quite a scare.
"Lilith?"
Immediately afterward, Shane recognized the true identity of the small figure nestled in his embrace.
It was indeed Lilith.
Lilith held on to Shane tightly, her large eyes fixed on him, reflecting a mix of reassurance, worry, and self-blame.
Understanding the situation, Shane spoke.
"It's okay, don't blame yourself."
He gently stroked the head of the girl in his arms, comforting her in a soft voice.
This little Goddess seemed to be feeling guilty for not having been able to help him that day, for not having been able to protect Shane, just as Lasha had described.
But from Shane's perspective, the most important thing was that Lilith was safe and sound; nothing else mattered more.
