A Special Kind of Romance

Ever since meeting that person from the Kubeile tribe, Frey felt that everything had become strange.

He swore he had never hated anyone so much!

From the very first meeting, a powerful loathing had surged up from the depths of his soul.

What a strange thing!

Frey had never even met this Kubeile transvestite before! He had no idea where this negative feeling came from!

Oh, heavens! Had he really just called someone a transvestite?!

Damn it!!

His manners, composure, generosity, and gentleness all crumbled in this person's presence in the blink of an eye.

This transvestite hadn't even done anything, but he just hated her so much!

This inexplicable loathing!

Who was this person looking at through his eyes?

Frey was nobody's substitute!

That person was always smiling, smiling for no reason at all.

If you don't want to smile, then don't! You look awful!

Those beautiful eyes were always calm and unruffled,

as though... they didn't care about anyone, anything, or anything at all.

As though a chasm separated them from the world.

"When you look at me, who are you really looking at?!"

"Frey, that's a contradiction. Are you an idiot?"

"..."

Damn it...

When I look into your eyes, I can't see myself.

When will you look at only me...

Just me, Frey, and not that so-called Hao...

"...What a weirdo."