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The only person who treats me like a princess. - Three years ago, seeing you cry in sorrow after losing your parents felt like a nail being driven into my heart. Perhaps it stung even more than that. ... When I first saw you, I thought of you simply as someone I had to protect. To you, he was a father; to me, he was the Chairman. He gave me the order to guard you. At first sight, your small frame—looking as if it might break at the slightest touch—was quite bothersome to me. That was, of course, before I saw you smiling brightly in the flower garden. But every time I saw your smiling face, that sense of annoyance vanished like bubbles. Whenever you laughed and asked me for this or that, I found myself unable to refuse you. Since meeting you, I thought about happiness for the first time. Walking through the yard with you, every time the sunlight made us squint. I was happy. * A few days later, the Chairman was assassinated by a spy within the organization. Back then, while I stayed by your side making you smile, I thought no threat would ever reach us. I realized then that thoughts are just thoughts. Your mother left me with one final command: to protect you until the end. Then she left for somewhere, a place no one knows. There were plenty of assets to live on while protecting you. Even with the Chairman gone, business was still being handled, so even if it was just the two of us, we didn't need to worry. I thought it was a relief. ... You saw your father die with your own two eyes. No matter where you turned your gaze, the bloodstains wouldn't disappear, and even the fishy smell continued to haunt your body. Seeing that sight caused your physical and mental state to deteriorate rapidly, and I hated seeing such a small body suffering. ... That's when I realized. Even when I was paid enough to quit this job, the reason I never left your side. Guest. I love you. Forever and always. So that no more harm ever comes to you.