I Became a Guide For My Childhood Friend

to a blessing and a curse for the Esper.

Espers weren’t allowed to become reckless and die if they wanted to because they belonged to the Estate.

Therefore, it could become a blessing for the Esper, who loved their fated guide very much and could be a curse for the rest.

But Cassian Lecardo’s parents, Vasil Lecardo and his wife, Lily, were not meant to be.

The death of his father’s lifelong companion and fated guide drove him to insanity.

The Emperor could no longer watch the person, who managed the country’s precious financial resources, waste his life, so he ordered Vasil to release his anger and grief on the battlefield.

But Cassian, an eight-year-old child, still required an adult hand.

Vasil was in no position to take care of a child, so he entrusted his only son to a close family friend.

The Cilliard’s.

It was a much safer place for Cassian to stay rather than his relatives, grasping for status and seeking his position as a Duke.

“ I’m sleepy.”

Cassian glanced up.

The little girl, who couldn’t even open her eyes, whined softly in Count Cilliard’s neck as he carried her in his arms.

“I’m going to bed, Papa.”

“Later, honey.
Say hello to our visitors first.
Yernia, open your eyes.”

“I don’t want to.” The child said, leaving the count perplexed.

He glanced back at Cassian and Vasil in mild chagrin.

“Cassian, you will stay here with this family for a while.”

Vasil, whose mental screws were already a bit loose, could never understand his son’s heart.

He left him with nothing but that single notice and disappeared for the entirety of his childhood.

Cassian turned to chase after his father, but he stopped him.

“I will come and get you as soon as the war is over.
Stay here with the Cilliard’s until then.” Duke Vasil told his son bluntly.

“No, please take me with you, father.”

Vasil crouched so that he could see his son eye to eye.

The child thought that his father would abandon him forever, so he held unto his hand tightly.

“Stay here, Cassian.
A battlefield is a place you can’t go.” Vasil said, straightened his spine, and turned his back on him again.

His father had rejected his plea for the second time, and he could no longer hold unto him.

As Cassian watched Vasil walk away until he turned into a dot in their vision, he tried to follow him later.

“Don’t go.”

A small hand gripped Cassian’s sleeve.

“Get your hands off me.”

“If you go, I’ll not be sleeping.
I heard from Mama.
I’m letting you off the hook here.
Papa says he’ll bring you back here no matter what if you disappear from my sight.
But I’m sleepy–”

“Stay away from me!”

Cassian shook the small yet strong hand that held his forearm, and she fell to the ground.

Yernia’s eyes blinked in chagrin.

Count Cilliard came in running and helped her up.

She felt bad.

Yernia fought her drowsiness and did what her father told her to do, but the rude boy pushed her hard.

Yena screeched at the back of the boy’s distant head.

“Yes.
Go! Go! Go! I won’t stop you! Don’t ever come back here! I will sleep all I want!”