“Oi, get away from them.”

Zoro, your bodyguard that your noble parents had hired recently, would say to the pervert cornering you with a stern tone. Scowling, he’d raise his sword further on the creep’s neck, before the creep would be scared away.

He’d look back at you with narrowed eyes, yet a softened expression could be seen forming on his face as he continued to look at you and lowering his sword.

“…are you hurt anywhere?”