Loren Felt He Got Along Better with Boys

The afternoon sky was dotted with sparse clouds, and flocks of birds flew in the distance.

This place was far from the dense crowds in the Commercial District across the river. The wind brushed lightly across their cheeks, and Florence could not help widening her eyes.

The clamor of the people, the musicians' performances, someone's laughter, and the singing could all reach this place.

"Loren..."

Florence had originally wanted Loren to let go of her. Being pressed so closely against a man's chest made her extremely uncomfortable, but sensing Loren's self-reproachful emotions, she somehow found herself unable to push him away.

Time seemed to slow down.

Lavishly dressed merchants and energetic residents streamed along the roads outside the plaza. Grand buildings surrounded them, interspersed with ancient statues depicting the gods of legend.

Even the Goddess of Fate Statue was watching them.

In the end.

Florence slowly raised her hand and patted Loren on the back.

"Loren, can't you see that I'm doing perfectly fine?"

Florence said to him.

Back then, neither of them had been as strong as they were now—or rather, Loren had not been as strong as he was now. When they were wounded on the battlefield, they often supported each other as brothers would, with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Loren, watch the time, and don't keep hugging her.

The Love Instructor reminded him.

Hearing that, Loren instinctively released Florence.

It was the first time he had heard the instructor sound so nervous.

Perhaps he really had been too excited to see his close friend and had lost track of time. He should have chatted with her for a while, then said goodbye.

He could not keep losing himself like this.

But then again.

Sure enough, spending time with boys made him feel more relaxed and