"Will you be alright?" Isabella's main concern was this point.
In her eyes, there was urgency and anxiety.
"Don't worry, little master... I won't die..."
Davies seemed to be slowly regaining strength over time, and sweat was no longer flowing as much. His beautiful eyes shimmered with a faint feather-blue, looking tragic but moving:
"Also, the energy Ruben gave me to extend my life is in my spiritual core. I gave you most of it, keeping a small portion for myself to integrate into my body to stay alive... In the future, I'll just be an ordinary little pet... Unable to help the little master in fighting scum or monsters... Boo hoo hoo..."
"It's okay, none of this matters. Davies, as long as you're by my side, nothing is more important."
A warmth filled Isabella's heart. In twenty years, no matter how people or things changed, how time flowed, only Davies stayed by her side, unwavering, giving her laughter and companionship during the quiet night.
