He and he had been enemies from the beginning, and even if they had never been together, he knew that there was no possibility of them becoming close friends.
"My purpose?"
"..."
"Kill you~"
As he said this, the man who was as unpredictable as a cat smiled coldly.
"But... You are an opponent that I admire."
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The relationship between them has been about using and being used from the beginning.
"Actually... I like you."
The hand wiping the sharp blade paused slightly.
"Whatever you want me to do, just say it."
She carefully observed the flawless expression of the man in front of her and spoke silently.
"It doesn't matter even if I give my life."
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In the eyes of outsiders.
He is a fragile, attack-free, gentle and elegant man, just like the lambs leisurely and at ease on Dorisie's river bank with lush green grass. The white and soft wool reflects the sunlight, and the whole person exudes a holy warmth.
What's the truth?
Only she, him, them, and himself knew that he was not like that at all.
Lamb?
The delicate man raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed coldly, and he smiled sarcastically.
Who says it's not?