Gelos had finished telling his story.
Simply put, Motiya had taken a fancy to Gelos when she was very young. Yet for various reasons, she had not gotten him right away. Perhaps because of that, Gelos had become an obsession of hers. Even after nearly ten years, she had never truly let go.
"So, childhood sweethearts turned into forceful possession." Dox stroked his chin with his right hand and summed it up with an expression that said, "I get it now."
Gelos trembled slightly as he replied, "...Motiya and I were not childhood sweethearts. I merely met her a few times when I was young."
Yet Dox paid no attention to Gelos's answer and continued muttering to himself, "This sounds like a classic case from those runaway-husband novels witches love."
Gelos continued trembling as he said weakly, "...I did not run away."
Dox still did not look at Gelos. Instead, his eyes lit up as though tiny light bulbs were flashing across his face. "No wonder that Princess said to you before: either merge into one with her, or become her pet. It seems she truly loves you."
Gelos's expression froze abruptly as he stared at Dox in disbelief. "M-my lord, how did you know about that?"
This time, Dox answered. Smiling, he said, "I was watching from nearby at the time. She was much gentler with you than with that kid who called himself the demon king."
At those words, Gelos's face turned somewhat pale, and his lips trembled as well.
Angel glanced at Gelos's expression, then at Dox using that strange tone to say "gentler," and he roughly understood. This gentleness was probably not that gentleness.
"Speaking of which, being able to hold out against such temptation and treatment from her without submitting does make me view you