I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Daniel silently embraced Lucy, who was sobbing like a child.

He let her pour out all the knots of sorrow inside her.

Only after crying for a long time did Lucy finally manage to calm down.

Seeing the life return to Lucy’s eyes, Daniel raised his hand slightly.

Loosening all tension from his arms, he wrapped her in a warm embrace and spoke.

He suggested that she take a bath to clear her mind and regain her composure.

It was only then that Lucy realized her appearance must have been a mess. She gave a small nod.

Muttering a difficult “I’m sorry,” she turned away.

After gathering a few pieces of clothing from the room, Lucy expressed her gratitude for Daniel’s consideration before stepping into the bathroom.

Left alone, Daniel busied himself in the kitchen.

Judging by her state, she probably hadn’t had a proper meal, so he decided to prepare something simple.

As he used a kitchen knife to chop large chunks of carrots, Daniel instinctively reached for his throat.@@novelbin@@

"My tie nearly strangled me just now..."

She had suddenly grabbed his tie and pulled—he had been so taken aback.

For a brief moment, Daniel thought she was finally revealing her true colors. But upon hearing her sobs, he was forced to reconsider.

Lucy had been crying.

And not just crying—she was utterly devastated.

No assassin would act like that while standing before their target.

"What was that about? Was she really that happy about my return?"

No, the tears didn’t feel like they came from mere joy. There was too much dissonance.

"It was almost as if..."