Chapter Seventy Five: Who is a Bodyguard?

Ken went to sit down in the chair facing the window, closing the book which was lying on the desk. It appears he had been reading just now.

"You're an avid reader," Cassio commented, staring at the bookshelf which he had failed to notice when he entered the room earlier. There were so many books arranged nearly in it, some caked in dust.

"I have a fond for knowledge," Ken said. "Life in the castle is so boring, books became my partners."

"I don't find here boring," Cassio said his mind. "It's so quiet and shut out of the rest of the city, giving me a sense of serenity."

"How long can you stay here while not frequently interacting with people," Ken asked as he took out a brown book from a locker within the desk.

"At least a year," Cassio replied truthfully. I'm not a social person.

"You need a treatment," Ken said. "Only sick people can stay alone for a year. Even mad people need companions."

At least a year...Cassio corrected inwardly and resisted the urge to frown and say something o