"Despicable little villain!"
The bedroom curtains were drawn, shutting out every trace of light.
"Shameless! How dare he tempt me like that..."
Elaina shut herself in her bedroom and buried her face in a pillow, her slender fingers gripping its velvet so tightly they left deep marks.
"Damn it!!!"
What was this feeling?
That man's face, his voice, everything he had done—it all played on a loop in her mind. Even when she closed her eyes, she saw him, until he merged with the sacred, untouchable face in that photograph.
Him...
Her...
They had all overlapped.
"But she really is so cute. So beautiful."
This is awful!
Isn't this way too weird?!
All he did was have a little work done on his face. Could that photograph be cursed?!
This must be that thing Stelle keeps talking about...
Right! A Negative Curiosity!
That bastard must have put a curse on the photograph, some kind of negative effect. He's as dangerous as ever!
At that thought, Elaina hugged the pillow tighter. Her heart kept skipping beats, and she could not steady her breathing.
"Foul play, foul play, foul play!"
She muttered it over and over.
She sounded angry, but her voice held far more complicated feelings.
She raised her head and stole a glance at the photograph nearby, now mounted in a frame. Warmth surged through her nose.
That face is foul play!
No, the real foul play is that the Goddess of Light is Su Lin!
I never felt like this when I looked at the photograph or that annoying face separately.
Elaina buried her head again, plunging her vision into darkness. But the Goddess of Light and Su Lin, two things that should have had nothing to do with each other, had come together and set off some inexplicable