Author's note: this chapter is from Aldus's point of view
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I looked at Lazarus whose eyes were still glued to the empty doorframe of the dining room through which Serina left and I could not believe that he is not willing to give up.
During dinner, Lazarus didn't talk much but he was staring at Serina. What is his problem? Is he tired of living?
Lazarus's persistence irritates me. Why can't he give up?
I was surprised to feel anger swelling inside me. It seems that my protectiveness of that girl is more than I anticipated.
