Younshu'sface lit up with happiness a bright smile spreading across his lips. For him, this was nothing less than a victory
finding a bodyguard like Zavian was a huge achievement. But behind that glow, there was also an unfamiliar sense of fear.
Zavian's cold voice kept echoing in his mind again and again. He knew that the man standing before him was no ordinary human, but an extremely powerful Demon.
One question kept troubling him—what kind of contract would Zavian make his boss sign?
Sensing the seriousness in the atmosphere, Zavian spoke,
"Let's go, Younshu. We should leave."
Startled, Younshu gave a faint smile and said,
"yea...yeah… alright! We'll go, but let me get ready first."
With that, he quickly rushed toward his room.
As soon as Younshu left, a heavy silence filled the hall. Kalene, who had been quietly observing everything,
stepped closer to Zavian. The seriousness on his face was clearly visible.
"King Zavian,"
Kalene asked in a low voice,
"Is becoming a bodyguard really the right decision? Will you be able to handle this responsibility?"
A sharp glint appeared in Zavian's eyes. He looked at Kalene with a cold expression and replied,
"Yes, this is the right choice. Half of my powers are sealed within Sheyaan. If I stay near her like a shadow,
it will be easier for me to reclaim them. And Azrhael said the same the closer I stay to her, the faster my powers will return to me."
Zavian paused for a moment. There was a raw truth in his voice that left Kalene stunned.
"Kalene, remember this… with the powers I currently have, I can only collect souls. I cannot fight any enemy directly.
My true strength lies with Sheyaan… and until it returns to me, I am nothing more than a means to protect her."
The moment kalene heard Zavian's words, all color drained from his face, leaving him pale end shaken.
His eyes widened in shock.
"Then…"
Kalene said in a trembling voice,
"then becoming a bodyguard truly makes sense. Without your powers, you can't stay away from her."
Kalene fell into deep thought for a moment. Alarm bells rang loudly in his mind. He stepped closer and spoke quickly,
"But King Zavian…
"you're going to sign a contract with Younshu's boss, right? And as far as we know, that kind of contract means only one thing death.
"This will have a terrible effect on Sheyaan. If anything happens to Fangxi, Sheyaan won't be able to handle
"it… and it will directly affect you as well. This isn't good for anyone. What will you do now?"
A strange silence fell over Zavian's face. He closed his eyes, as if searching for an answer to a difficult question. Then, with the same seriousness, he said,
"I know that very well, Kalene… but the contract must be signed. It's the only path left."
Kalene felt his heart sink. Worry consumed him as he wondered what would happen next.
Just then, Younshu came rushing in. He was fully ready, and there was a clear excitement on his face.
"Alright! I'm ready shall we go?"
he said loudly.
Younshu and Zavian exchanged a silent glance with Kalene whose eyes still held fear—and then they left.
Meanwhile, on the other side, morning had not fully reached Sheyaan yet.
The first rays of sunlight had already entered her room, yet she was still lying on her soft bed. Her face looked calm, but her mind was far from peaceful.
Even in her sleep, she seemed lost in a deep world of thoughts… as if an old secret was calling out to her.
Sheyaan was sleeping peacefully, but her soul was far from calm. Behind her closed eyelids, a hazy world of thoughts had taken shape.
In her dream, nothing was clear—as if a sheet of frost had been placed over her eyes.
Even in her sleep, she began to murmur softly. There was a strange desperation in her voice…
"Why can't I see clearly… please… someone show me…"
Her hands slowly clenched into tight fists.
Gradually, the fog began to fade. Sheyaan saw a little girl, and beside her stood a tall, imposing man.
He held a black umbrella, shielding both of them from the harsh sunlight. Together, they were walking peacefully along a beautiful path.
As Sheyaan sank deeper into the dream, the blur completely disappeared. Everything became crystal clear.
The moment she saw the man's face, her heart skipped a beat. Then her gaze shifted to the little girl, whose innocent smile lit up her entire face.
The child spoke, "Tell me about yourself…"
Even in her sleep, beads of sweat formed on Sheyaan's forehead, and her body trembled slightly.
Just then, in the dream, the tall man leaned toward the child and spoke in a deep yet gentle voice,
"If you truly want to know about me… then listen."
"…My name is Zayan… and I live in a large penthouse with my three friends."
"Zayan…"
The moment she heard that name, it felt like something exploded inside Sheyaan's mind.
She jolted awake instantly. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, and in the silence of the room, all she could hear was the sound of her own rapid breathing.
Sheyaan was drenched in sweat her body trembling slightly She was gasping for air
her mouth slightly open as she took rapid, uneven breaths, as if she were suffocating. Struggling to steady herself, she stammered softly,
"thi...this… this is the same… How is this even possible?"
Restless, she jumped out of bed and rushed toward the sleek, modern wardrobe in her room.
In a hurry, she flung the door open and pulled out a new photo album from the lower shelf.
Holding it tightly against her chest, she hurried back to the bed and sat down.
With trembling hands, she began flipping through the pages her fingers searching for a memory she didn't fully understand, yet desperately needed to find.
After a few moments, her search came to an end. She found the photo.
The instant she saw it, Sheyaan froze in shock. It felt as if time itself had stopped. In a trembling voice, she whispered,
"Does that mean… the little girl in the dream was me? And... that tall man… was it really him? Has he known me since childhood?"
Her gaze slowly drifted to the black umbrella in the picture. It wasn't just any old object it was the same umbrella she still had.
She took a deep breath. A part of her felt relieved, even happy, that she had uncovered the mystery of the umbrella… but at the same time, an unsettling tension wrapped around her heart.
Her mind spiraled with questions—
"If he has known me since childhood… then why didn't he ever tell me? And...and why does he always stay around me?"
Sheyaan was still lost in thoughts about the old photographs and her dream when suddenly, the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house.
"Ding-Dong… Ding-Dong!"
The sudden noise broke her chain of thoughts, and she snapped back to reality.
Downstairs, a maid quickly rushed to the door and opened it. Standing outside was Alisha, dressed in a stylish, professor-like look that made her appear both elegant and impressive.
The maid said politely,
"Please come in, ma'am."
Alisha gave a soft smile and stepped inside. The moment she entered, Fangxi noticed her and exclaimed happily,
"Oh—Alisha! You're here? Please, come in!"
Alisha smiled and replied,
"Hello, Mr. Fangxi! How are you?"
Fangxi returned the smile.
"Hello! I'm absolutely fine. Please, have a seat… I'll call Sheyaan. She probably hasn't woken up yet."
He had just turned to go call her when suddenly, the doorbell rang again louder this time.
"Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!"
The sound was sharper and more persistent than before. Both Fangxi and Alisha looked toward the door in surprise.
The maid walked over once again and opened it… and the moment the door swung open.
The moment the door opened younshu and Zavian were already standing outside.
Zavian's entire presence had changed—dressed in a sharp black suit, he looked like a confident and highly professional bodyguard.
His aura was so commanding that anyone who looked at him would be left staring.
Fangxi stepped forward to greet them.
"Younshu, welcome… I've been waiting for you."
Then his gaze shifted to Zavian. Hesitating slightly, he said,
"Ah… you're 'Zayan,' right? Younshu's friend… am I right?"
A faint, mysterious smile appeared on Zavian's lips as he replied politely,
"Yes, I am Zayan." and you are right."
Fangxi nodded with a smile.
"Oh… please, come in."
They had just started moving toward the sofa when suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from upstairs.
Sheyaan was walking down the stairs—but something about her was off. She still had a toothbrush in her mouth and was wearing her night dress.
Even while brushing, she seemed completely lost in her thoughts. She had no awareness of who had arrived downstairs.
At that moment, a servant passed by her carrying a large glass frame. Lost in deep thought, Sheyaan lifted her hand to rub her eyes—and as she lowered it, she accidentally collided with the frame.
"CRASH!!!"
The sharp sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the penthouse. Pieces scattered all over the stairs.
But Sheyaan? It was as if she didn't feel anything at all. Still lost in her thoughts, she kept walking, softly murmuring,
"Just come in front of me once… I won't let you go…"
Hearing the loud crash, everyone sitting downstairs—Zavian, Fangxi, Younshu, and Alisha. instantly turned their attention toward the staircase in shock.
Zavian's gaze locked directly onto Sheyaan. She walked down the stairs as if under a spell, moving straight toward them.
So deeply lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realize that the living room was filled with people.
Fangxi called out loudly, trying to bring her back to her senses,
"Sheyaan…!" Sheyaan!"
But it was as if she hadn't heard anything at all. She just kept walking… step by step.
The next moment, she walked straight into Zavian. Her head hit firmly against his solid chest.
Zavian didn't move an inch. He simply lowered his gaze and looked at her.
Still lost in the world of her dream, Sheyaan murmured the same words again,
"Just come in front of me once… I won't let you go…"
Zavian heard every word clearly. A faint, unreadable expression crossed his face.
As soon as Sheyaan lifted her head and saw the person standing in front of her, she froze.
Shock took over her completely. Her toothbrush was still in her mouth, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
Zavian stood there, staring at her with a sharp, piercing side glance. That one look was enough to send her heart racing wildly the only words that escaped Sheyaan trembling lips were .
"you...you..it was you?"