"Lecia, is my taste that bad in your heart?"
He withdrew his gaze from the wall, slightly frowned, and asked the girl living opposite, of course, he also knew Lecia was joking.
"Just joking, but it really is nice here."
The red-haired girl looked around, and finally settled her gaze back on the handsome young man's face opposite the table:
"Sometimes, I really envy Dorothy, envy this kind of life."
Shard looked at her:
"But you're different from her, maybe she also envies your life. Lecia, I love both you and Dorothy as individuals, not as a whole. The Princess and the writer, Cavendish's rose and the second daughter of Luisa's house. What I value is your separate souls, not a distorted love for your and her bond, seeking stimulation in certain aspects to approach you both."
The noble girl of Tobesk City looked at him:
