We quickly hid behind a large rock connected to a sturdy tree. Seeing the boy, I could tell his eyes didn't see well, and I was the only one he had at that moment.

"Let's go to my house."

The boy seemed ready to argue with me at any moment. He pushed my hand away and said harshly, "Why should I trust you?"

"..."

He had every right not to trust anyone. He was just like me when I lost my mother and was left alone with no one to trust. I gave a small smile and kept my calm. I reached out to his face, moved my hand across his face, and pushed his messy hair back.

"Trust me, prince. In this situation, you have no one but me."

"…"

"If you don't want to, I won't force you. I'll leave."

I lowered my hands from his face and started to walk away slowly. After a few steps, the boy's shaky voice whispered, "Wait... let's go together."

I gave a sly smile. I had finally succeeded. Convincing this person was very difficult, but he knew his situation better than anyone, right? I turned back to the boy and reached out my hands to him. My beautiful smile seemed faint in the dark night, but the boy noticed it with his weak eyes. He reached out to me, and I quickly took his hands, and we started moving through the forest.

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It took about half an hour, but we finally reached the old house. I exhaled deeply and whispered, "I'm sorry, prince. This place is very unsuitable, but please accept it."

"…"

The boy, who couldn't see properly, remained silent and didn't respond. I brought my fingers in front of his eyes, but he quickly pushed my hand away.

"What are you doing?"

"Your eyes."

"Yeah, I'm going blind."

"…"

I fell silent and got lost in my thoughts. What could I do at this moment? An idea struck me. I untied the white and gold patterned scarf wrapped around my wrist. This scarf wasn't ordinary. It belonged to my mother. When my body was injured, she would wrap this scarf around my wounds, and after an hour, they would heal. A healing scarf!

But the main question was, demons didn't have healing powers, so why did my mother have such an item? I tied the scarf around the boy's eyes and secured it tightly. Surprised by what I was doing, the boy asked worriedly, "What is this?"

"This scarf belonged to my mother. It has healing powers. Maybe it will heal your eyes."

"Healing powers?"

"Ah... yes, you'll be better in an hour."

How could I say that? He would become suspicious hearing that someone other than the royal family had healing powers. I slapped my forehead hard and exhaled painfully.