He and he had been sworn enemies from the very beginning. Even after starting over, he knew there was no chance they would become close friends.
"What do I want?"
"..."
"To kill you~"
Though he said it, the inscrutable man, as elusive as a cat, gave a cold laugh.
"But... you're an opponent I respect."
From the very beginning, their relationship had been built on using one another.
"Actually... I love you."
The hand wiping the sharp blade paused for a moment.
"Just tell me what you want me to do."
She carefully studied the man's flawless expression before her and spoke quietly.
"I wouldn't mind giving my life for you."
In the eyes of outsiders,
he was a fragile, defenseless, gentle, and elegant man, like a lamb idling on the grassy banks of the river in Doricet. His soft white wool caught the glow of the sunset, and his whole being seemed to radiate a sacred warmth.
But the truth?
Only she, he, they, and he himself knew that he was nothing like that.
A lamb?
The refined man curled his lips, his eyes glinting coldly as he smiled with scorn.
Who says he isn't?
