She held her hands together. She had made up her mind. Dalton was the love of her life but it didn't change the fact that Beelzebub had saved her life.
"I do not," Venervy clenched her hands as she spoke and thought she had spoke without any hesitation, Beelzebub didn't miss her upset face.
"It would have been convincing if you had not showed the expression you have now," Beelzebub responded, startling her.
Venervy knew that it was useless for her to lie to Beelzebub. It was in his blood to differentiate lies and truth and she wasn't one who was good at lying. "I do love him but I had made an oath. I do not want to break an oath that I made and uttered with my blood."
Beelzebub hummed, not surprised as he had predicted this. He could have chose to respect Venervy's decision and he would have done so if he wasn't aware of the heartache that Venervy would feel to leave Dalton with regret.
