"Michael, did you fall in love with a vampire?" the Saintess asked.
Michael was stunned on the spot. He stared at the Saintess blankly. He never had that thought in his head, because love was already a very foreign term for Michael. Now, the Saintess actually confronted him with a ridiculous question.
Fell in love with a vampire? How could that be?!
"I will never—" Michael paused when he saw the Saintess' solemn face fell upon him. As if she had guessed what was in his heart better than himself.
"Do not be hasty when replying to a question about love, love is a sacred feeling," Saintess said. "Find the truth deep in your heart, Michael. I don't want you to regret it later."
"Saintess…" Michael lowered his head, he bit his lips because of the conflicting feeling in his heart. He was unaware of it before, but the Saintess confronted him about it, he slowly realized it himself, "I'm not sure about my feelings either. But… I don't want him to die."
