I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Vivian Platonis.

For me, she was nothing less than a benefactor.

During the dark times when I was branded as the Hero Killer, she was the one who kindly accepted me, despite the harsh treatment I was destined to receive wherever I went.

There existed a fear that could not be covered even by the affection born from such gratitude.

Perhaps fearing that I, too, might end up like those who died by her hand, I hesitated to approach her rashly.

“Why are you standing like that? Uh, maybe the smell hasn’t completely gone away…?”

“No, it’s not that. But still, to continue being in such attire is, perhaps, problematic…”

Being engulfed in the instincts of a man in such a situation might make it difficult to maintain the necessary distance in our relationship.

Therefore, I must resist.