Anyone hoping to warm the heart of a slow-to-open, oblivious elf with tenderness could look to Himmel as an example.
Only after the male lead died did Frieren feel something stir in her heart.
In modern society, one saying summed up that beautiful platonic romance rather well: nice guys came after dogs.
It had taken only one night. More precisely, once the man kissed the silver-haired elf with twin tails, the cool, indifferent Frieren had proved to be a woman who could melt, too.
Those kittenlike cries were the sweetest music, reaching straight into the soul.
The morning sunlight spread, climbed over the headboard, and shone upon a peaceful sleeping face.
Silver hair fanned across the pillow, gilded with a faint golden glow by the morning light.
Frieren lay on her side, her long lashes casting little shadows over her eyelids.
Her cheeks were faintly flushed from sleep—a blossom slumbering in spring could have looked no lovelier.
Already awake, Ren leaned beside the bed, gazing at the petite elf. He raised a hand to brush her cheek, tracing from her brow to the tip of her nose before stopping beside her lightly pursed lips.
"Here's to our life together, Lady Frieren."
The twin-tailed elf's lashes trembled, but she did not open her eyes.
Ren's lips curved slightly. He withdrew his hand, rose, and headed for the door.
The door opened, then closed.
Its click sounded especially clear in the quiet morning.
On the bed, a pair of blue-green eyes opened.
Frieren stared at the ceiling in a daze, then rolled over and buried half her face in the pillow. Only one eye remained visible, watching the closed door.
Sunlight fell across her face, revealing a faint, indescribable light in her eyes.
After a while, Frieren buried her face deeper into