The sun was already rearing.
Its rays began to crawl through the inn's sides, then slowly crept their way into the husband's room. Within this room, the sound of tapping continuously rang out. The one who kept doing this was Kyoya who was sitting on the bed's edge.
His eyes were slightly narrowed as he supported his chin with his crossed hands.
It seemed as if he was taken back by something, staring into nothingness unmoved. Even while the sun rays crawled their way to his face and eyes through his body, Kyoya just stared forward.
No one could awaken him and stop the thoughts that were clashing into each other like unstoppable waves.
'Innocent. She was way too innocent back then… It's the fault of that damned Sixth Death God… Don't they have to go on the missions outside? Why would you keep her closed in the death castle for so many years? Fucking tsundere.'
