"So, when I tear you apart with my own hands, just thinking about the pain and despair that will stain Xia Ya's ever-calm, confident face makes me tremble with excitement! I can't help wanting to kill you, Jiliang Yamato!"
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Listening to Orphee's almost pathological obsession with Xia Ya, Jiliang's heart churned like a stormy sea. She simply could not comprehend such twisted logic.
Seeing his reckless assault, utterly heedless of the war as a whole, Jiliang had initially thought that, like Rau Le Creuset, this man bore some heavy secret concerning Xia Ya, or had been cursed by some cruel, inescapable fate. If that were the case, perhaps they could resolve his inner turmoil through dialogue, perhaps she could make him lower the spear he had aimed at the world────
But she had been wrong. This was no deep-seated hatred at all. It was an enormous misunderstanding so absurd that it sent chills down her spine.
"For... for such an utterly selfish reason!"
The twisted words spilling from Orphee's mouth made Jiliang's back go cold. But immediately afterward, an incomparable, pure fury blazed up from the depths of her amethyst eyes.
She loved Xia Ya. More than anyone, she knew how much pain and how many unseen scars that man, who always carried everything on his own shoulders, had endured in order to end this foolish war and protect everyone. She would never allow anyone to hurt Xia Ya's heart for such vile, blasphemous, incomprehensible reasons!
"I don't care what twisted nonsense is going through your head!" There was no longer the slightest confusion or hesitation in Jiliang's voice. All gentleness had been washed away, leaving only an unyielding chill like absolute zero. "Get out of my way! I still have something I must do! I have to stop