"But a larva of romance lives in everyone's heart. No one knows when it might become a butterfly and cloud the eyes of someone who once saw clearly."
"It's a blessing Moneta gives to everyone. Perhaps it's a curse, too."
Yan Huan understood what Aglaea meant.
Even the most rational person could fall in love, regardless of rank or status.
Which brought to mind a certain... devoted warrior for love who had braved the Imaginary Tree.
Not far away, Paris called out.
"Miss! Come on, it's almost time to go!"
Aglaea glanced at the Heavenly Condemnation Hunter.
"Is that your friend calling you? Farewell. May the Golden Thread never trip you up."
"Mm."
The Heavenly Condemnation Hunter nodded slightly, then bid Aglaea farewell and went to meet Paris.
Near the garden, Paris said with a faint smile,
"So? Isn't life in our Holy City much happier than in Castrum Kremnos, where everyone fights all day?"
"I suppose it is," the Heavenly Condemnation Hunter admitted.
"But I find that happiness pitiful."
"Strife beyond your walls is about to breach them, yet your citizens are still lost in a false peace, shamelessly enjoying their comfort."
"Compared to the bloodthirsty lions raised by the Spear of Heavenly Punishment, you're nothing but lambs Kephale has spoiled rotten."
Paris's heart sank at her words.
Still, he pressed on.
"But the right to live in comfort is precisely why Okhema can bring people together."
"Your pride of lions has abandoned you. Why not put on a sheepskin and enjoy life in the fold?"
"..." The Heavenly Condemnation Hunter did not answer.
"Good. I'll take your silence as a yes." Paris smiled. "I'll find you a suitable bed right now."
"Man, are you seriously putting her up at your place?" Yan Huan emerged from the flowers, stunned.