Zaraf’s face turned red.

  She was completely naked.

  Noticing his reaction, she quickly sat down and covered her body, her face filled with embarrassment.

  Zaraf immediately turned his face away, took off his cloak, and handed it to her.

  After wearing it, she stepped closer to him.

  Zaraf looked confused.

  “...What is it?”

  “I’m looking at the one who saved me from that dark place,” she replied softly.

  “?! You remember that?” Zaraf asked in surprise.

  She nodded.

  Zaraf and Bell exchanged glances.

  “How much do you actually remember?” Zaraf asked.

  She replied slowly,

  “I was there… without this form… alone in that place.”

  Her fingers tightened around the cloak.

  “Until you came.”

  Zaraf felt a heavy weight in his chest.

  (So she doesn’t remember her past life… only the cave?) Zaraf whispered to Bell.

  “This is new to me as well,” Bell replied quietly.

  The girl stepped closer.

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  “…Don’t leave me alone.”

  Her grip on the cloak tightened.

  Zaraf looked at her trembling hands.

  “Don’t worry.”

  “…Give me a name,” she said.

  “?! Huh? A name?” Zaraf asked, confused.

  “You gave her a form, so give her a name. That’s only fair,” Bell said.

  Zaraf looked at her. She was waiting, her eyes filled with hope.

  (A name… She was shining like a star back there.)

  “How about… Sitara?” Zaraf said.

  Her eyes sparkled. She held the cloak tightly to her chest.

  “Thank you… brother.”

  Zaraf froze.

  Something inside him softened.

  “…Brother?”

  Her fingers gently held his sleeve, as if afraid he might disappear.

  “You gave me life… and a name.

  So… you’re my brother.”

  Silence.

  Zaraf didn’t reply immediately.

  He simply adjusted the cloak around her shoulders so it wouldn’t slip.

  Bell crossed her arms and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

  “Oh? You’re collecting sisters now?” she said dryly.

  “So… which world are we going to?” Sitara asked.

  Silence.

  Zaraf sighed.

  “So you know I can travel between worlds as well,” he said.

  “Yes… you came through a portal with me,” Sitara replied.

  “So… what are you really?”

  “…A traveler. I have to keep moving, so don’t depend on me too much.”

  She stepped closer.

  “Are you planning to leave me?”

  Her fingers trembled. She didn’t look at him directly.

  (Traveling with me is dangerous… and we still don’t know who that cloaked man is.)

  Zaraf sighed again.

  “Fine. I’ll take you with me. But only after you become stronger… and follow my instructions.”

  Her eyes lifted.

  “Then… if I listen to you, you’ll take me with you?”

  “Yes. So first, let’s go meet someone who can help train you.”

  “…Okay. I’ll listen to you, brother.”

  They went to the town to meet Arks.

  “…What did you just say?” Arks asked, confused.

  “I said, take care of Sitara. She has lost her memory, and—”

  “Wait… wait…”

  He looked at her. Seeing her pure and innocent face, his cheeks turned red.

  “I can’t live with a young girl! I live alone, okay?” Arks said nervously.

  (Thank God he didn’t recognize her as the female lead. Her appearance and behavior have changed enough.)

  “If that’s the problem, then let her stay near your house. I’ll pay you to look after her,” Zaraf said calmly.

  Zaraf stared at him quietly.

  “If anything strange happens—”

  “I won’t do anything like that!” Arks replied immediately.

  Zaraf took a deep breath and looked at Sitara.

  She had a sad expression, as if she might start crying at any moment.

  Zaraf closed his eyes for a second.

  “…Never mind. She’ll stay with me for now.”

  Her sadness disappeared instantly.

  She grabbed Zaraf’s hand and held onto him with a bright smile.

  This time, Zaraf didn’t pull his hand away.