During the tragic battle, she had no love for him, only sympathy for each other when meeting her opponent.
On the battlefield, only the winner can survive, so she watched his annihilation with cold eyes, leaving only a sigh.
Maybe it's not that there are no traces, but it's just because I was too young at the time.
However, after several reincarnations, she, who had been reborn, and he who should have disappeared reunited in the human world.
Only this time, one is an outcast and the other is a noble.
Is it doubt? Is it panic? It's no longer important.
Because there is a faint emotion slowly fermenting in my heart. . .