When tears fall, I want to gently wipe them away for you.
Even if you don't cry today, I can still hear your heart crying, you know?
You are still here.
No matter how many people deny it, I believe you are still here.
Perhaps this is the goddess's punishment for me.
I, powerless as I am, must spend this life pursuing death.
It was supposed to be no more than a wager between me and that Demon King, but now things seem to have changed a little.
There is always scenery along the road of life. It's not so bad to stop and linger for a while.
Is it wrong to grow attached to a fragile flower?
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A gentle story that isn't all that gentle.
