In fact, with his current power, that promise was more than achievable now.
Reinhardt sighed, "I can't give you that promise. At least not completely."
Minerva frowned; she was not angry, but rather curious.
The man who never flinched when baptizing demons with his divine light was nervous and trembled ever so slightly when using his divine skills on her. That person who was willing to set aside his own ideals for her was refusing her?
"What do you mean?"
"I've already made someone else my first priority in life."
He admitted with a slow but absolute voice. Although that promise belonged to the previous Reinhardt, he had inherited that soul's memories, and with them, that vow no longer felt like someone else's burden. It was his. Now and forever.
He had no intention of breaking it.
Hearing his words, which were like a shock of a lifetime to her, Minerva's expression shifted; it was beautiful, complicated, and unreadable.
