[That man you've taken a liking to seems to be quite exceptional. But as far as I'm concerned, he does have one flaw.]
The voice Napoleon had left behind through Imperial Privilege still rang somewhat harshly in Ophelia's ears.
She did not know what to say.
Should she refute him?
Or remain silent?
Kirschtaria's flaw?
It seemed she had never considered that question before.
Not back when she was in Chaldea, nor now.
—She found herself wanting to hear what Napoleon had to say.
[He can show you the way, but he isn't someone who can save you. That's his flaw.]
[That man's name was Kirschtaria Wodime, if I remember correctly?]
[Well, you know I can't refuse a woman's cry for help. And among women, you're the most stubborn, the most clumsy, the most rigid—though of course, you're also the kind most worth conquering. Hahaha!]
Listening to words that were practically an insult, Ophelia was unexpectedly calm.
Stubborn, clumsy, rigid.
He had hit the mark exactly.
[So I really did fall a little in love, you know? That's why I wanted to see you smile.]
[Haha—so this is how I ended up. Just think of it as one of a handsome man's charming traits.]
[I am a Heroic Spirit who answers hope.]
Napoleon's voice began to fade, but his tone became ever more solemn and impassioned.
[I answer humanity's order, I answer hope—but I will also answer your call.]
[Though in the end, it looks like you still want to shake me off. But it doesn't matter. You need to understand that besides baseless malice, there is also baseless kindness in this world. So—]
[Let me take your curse away.]
A curse?
Ophelia stood there blankly.
[Just as I told those children over there.]
[I'm a man who answers wishes,