"I once rescued a princess fleeing through the Black Tide. To thank me, she gave me this national treasure."
"Every day, I can feel this thread whispering to me, calling me to that distant land..."
Paris looked resolute.
"One day, I'll find that place. I'll escape this endless strife and the death waiting to pounce, and enjoy eternal romance with the one I love."
The bookstore owner scoffed at that.
"Heh. And who is this person you love? Don't tell me it's Oenone, the lady who gave you that treasure?"
"?!" When the Heavenly Condemnation Hunter looked his way, Paris hurried to set the record straight:
"Don't joke about that. If not for what happened between us in the past, I wouldn't even be worthy of speaking to her."
"Someone else would make a far better traveling companion than an elder beloved by all."
"Someone who has never known love or understood what romance is!"
At that, Paris gazed at the Heavenly Condemnation Hunter with deep affection.
"Whether she's an enemy or an outsider, I hope to become a devotee of Romance and wind those beautiful golden threads around my traveling companion myself, severing her once-cold fate!"
The bookstore owner raised an eyebrow at that speech.
His flirting is terrifying. He can even turn a mess like this into a chance to win her over.
The Heavenly Condemnation Hunter turned her face away, seemingly at a loss.
"...What a dull, shallow subject. Stay here and discuss your fantasies. I'm more interested in that armor in the shop over there."
Following her gaze, Paris hastened to explain:
"That's not armor. It's a dress!"
Before Paris could say another word, the Heavenly Condemnation Hunter walked straight into the clothing store.
With her gone, the bookstore owner finally let loose.
"Paris, I think