"Sometimes, the brightest flame isn't meant to burn others. Perhaps... it's simply following the shadow of another light in silence, longing to stand beside it, even if all it can do is illuminate a similar path."
Greg cleared his throat and broke the stiff atmosphere on the Tree-Lined Avenue in a slightly low, gentle voice.
The words sounded rather cryptic and utterly unlike him, instantly drawing everyone's attention, including Lilith's.
The noisy chatter died down. Curious eyes settled on him, eager to know what he had meant by that.
Seeing that he had successfully caught everyone's attention, Greg calmly fixed his gaze on Lilith, whose expression remained displeased. He stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the heart of the matter:
"Princess Lilith, you actually... admire your sister, Princess Vivian, very much, don't you?"
"..."
His words were met with a brief silence, followed by an even louder wave of disbelief.
"Huh? What's he talking about?"
"Princess Lilith admires Princess Vivian? How is that possible?"
"Aren't the two princesses complete opposites? One's calm and meticulous, and the other's proud and dazzling..."
"Exactly. Princess Lilith is so talented. Why would she admire anyone else? Not even Princess Vivian, surely?"
"Right. Has Greg Sass lost his mind? Is he spouting nonsense to change the subject?"
Almost everyone's face was full of disbelief, as though the very idea was absurd.
In their eyes, how could Lilith Kahn, a magical genius seen once in a century, admire a sister who, though outstanding, still fell short of her?
It was completely beyond their comprehension.
As for Lilith, whose secret feelings had been exposed outright, she bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Her beautiful, delicate face instantly flushed scarlet, right to her ears.
As though she had heard something utterly