Lucius remained silent as usual and sat beside Yura-this was her rule. Whenever she was present, he had to stay as close to her as possible.
At first, Lucius had strongly resisted.
But for the sake of revenge, he had no other choice.
And now?
The resistance was still there.
Getting used to it?
Some things were impossible to get used to.
A fat man had once said that you could even get used to eating shit, and might eventually taste shrimp and chives in it. But if you held a prejudice against someone from the start, that truly would never change, even at death.
Because once you put on tinted glasses, everything the other person did seemed malicious.
As time passed, that prejudice would only deepen, rather than become something you grew accustomed to.
Lucius, however, was different.
Because...
What Lucius felt toward Yura was not prejudice.
It was genuine wariness.
And Yura really did harbor malice.
Just as she did now-
Yura turned sideways, propping her left hand beneath her earlobe as she faced Lucius in a pose that showed off her curves as much as possible.
Her free right hand gently slid over Lucius's shoulder.
But when it reached his upper arm, she extended her index finger and began tapping it.
"Darling, can you tell me what you were doing just now?"
Yura asked with a smile.
"I found the South Los Medium's cat on the promenade deck. After I returned the cat to him, he invited me to have two cups of orange tea."
Lucius told the truth.
The young avenger knew that if he lied, it would be very difficult to fool Yura beside him.
So he had quite skillfully left a few things out.
"Oh?
Is that so?"
Yura asked.
And she leaned her