Sivie raised her head from the pool, her golden eyes fixed on Shade:
"I love you, Shade."
Having said that, she gave Shade no chance to respond to her confession before tears began streaming down her face:
"Why did you let me meet you, only for me to become so unimportant after meeting you? If I had been the first, I could have received more of your love; if I had come later, your memories and feelings for me would have been more vivid."
Scene after scene appeared amid the shimmering water, all moments Shade had spent with Sivie, all once-beautiful memories. Shade watched the image of himself and Sivie taking a small boat around Fatumonst Island along the coastline, then looked up at Sivie.
"There will be plenty of time to apologize later. Right now, I only want to say that I never deliberately neglected you. In my heart, you are no different from the others."
"I won't compare myself to Luvia. We both know she is special. But in your heart, am I really the same as Galina, Vanessa, and the others?"
"Really."
"Then why are you willing to make love with them, but unwilling to touch me?"
Her words were somewhat crude, but that was what she truly wanted to ask.
[Young ladies' envy is the most terrible poison.]
"She" even said that at this moment. Shade looked into Sivie's eyes.
"I'm not a very proactive person. I only wanted to create more memories with all of you, to find a more suitable opportunity. Sivie, I have never used whether I have had the most intimate kind of relationship with the young ladies as the standard for defining our relationship."
The witch revealed a miserable expression.
"But Shade, I use that to define the feelings between us."