Carnival Trump (3)

"Gael, I've already come all this way to be here, then you asked me to back down?"

I asked him with a serious tone as I did not hesitate to look at his desperate eyes with a cold gaze.

Gael immediately shook his head with his other free hand wave slowly from side to side.

"No no, no. That's not what I meant Dorothy. I... I just want you to be safe, alright?"

Gael stated his intention, his hand still holding my hands firmly and all warmly protective.

But I only looked at him in dismay as I was also quite annoyed about his thoughts about me.

(What the hell is wrong with everyone!? Gael is getting more and more similar to Azrael!)

Slapping his hands away, I looked at him with determination as I rested my hands beside my waist.

"I recall that I don't plan to die anywhere. You're going there with me too, Gael. I know that you will protect me no matter what. I'm already aware that it's a dangerous hunting ground."