"Alright, Natasha!" Even though Nalant could now kill without batting an eye on the battlefield, and had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he was still moved by Natasha's thoughtful, understanding gesture.
His heart brimmed with even greater tenderness for her.
No matter what, I have to make it up to Natasha with a wedding someday!
Nalant silently made up his mind before turning toward the raised platform ahead.
"Miss Natasha, you truly are generous!"
After Nalant left, Isabella suddenly spoke as she looked at Natasha.
Natasha was taken aback at first.
Then she understood what Isabella meant. She smiled faintly and did not deny it.
"Miss Isabella, once, I thought of myself as a noble young lady upon the moon."
"I believed that any man who wished to marry me had to be exceptionally outstanding, and he had to obey my every word. Otherwise, he could forget about having me."
"But after I met Nalant, I realized how childish that way of thinking had been."
"Because when we truly meet the one we love, we really can change our minds."
"We can humble ourselves, wanting only with all our hearts for the other person to be happy."
"Sometimes, I even feel that I am not worthy of him, and that I have wronged Stella even more!"
Natasha's tone was filled with complicated emotions. As she looked toward the raised platform, a trace of sorrow finally appeared in her eyes.
Isabella fell silent at this.
She could sense Natasha's sadness, and she felt something much the same herself.
Yet after that brief moment of sentimentality, Natasha quickly recovered.
"I'm sorry, Miss Isabella. I've made a fool of myself!"
"Not at all. Miss Natasha, you truly have courage. I admire you greatly!" Isabella hurriedly shook her