Vincent supported Rory as they walked down the stairs together. He leaned close and spoke softly by her ear, his tone gentle but firm.
"From now on, whatever you want to do, just tell me. I'll do it for you. You gave me so much blood last night. Your body is very weak right now—you need to rest properly."
"I remember," Rory replied helplessly.
She looked at Vincent with a faint smile. He had already repeated these words several times.
"Don't worry. I definitely won't do anything today. If I want something done, I'll let you do it."
She knew he was worried because her complexion didn't look good. And Rory wasn't the kind of person who forced herself to endure hardship. She cherished her own body just fine.
Only then did Vincent nod in satisfaction and continue helping her downstairs.
"Female Master, you're up—" Nix stopped halfway through his sentence.
